No Choice

You gotta keep on trying You gotta keep on pushing See there was times Out my mind with a chance to lose it If I don't take the shots now then like what's the point I'm grinding out all these days, I can't disappoint Myself before it's anybody fucking else Lost my coach to a virus Teammate to a cell Two different paths Here I am, blessed in my position Sad to say as I write Pistol in the distance Hope of days with no criminal nights in persistence But I know the ways and lifestyle that they living Peep it from a far, wouldn't be some that I'd mimic I'd rather make my music reliable like Honda Civic Continue pushing, undeniably so prolific Been through the worse and they question how I got this gifted Almost in a hearse Woke up with my spirit lifted Thank God for a chance See my life a lot more vivid Thank you God Yeah I see my life a lot more vivid Sometimes you ain't got no fucking choice Best example of never stopping Give that to my momma Maintaining three kids Took me to them college classes She ain't have no choice, couldn't get no babysitter We ain't have the money so I had to stick it with her That was 6th grade, probably like 10 years old Such a young age with my momma walking campus Went on to graduate I'm so proud she made that happen Didn't dwell just took the action Do the same with rappin' Is what I tell myself I need to push it to the limit Focus on the music unintentionally ignore the business Side of things I be forgetting about a lot of things That's my fault, need to tie together sneaker strings Get up on my feet In front of lines I take the lead Don't have no choice I just gotta