Family Connect

I'm running in circles, looking and searching

Look high and low for the purpose

Convincing myself this earth is just full curses and cursive

I pull the curtains, interpreting how I exposed the surface of ****

That no one's ever seen

They hid behind these magazines

Let's see, I seen it all, way back

If I was you I wouldn't say that, no

Anything they ever did to make sure I wouldn't ever win

It just made me a better man, I put that on my soul

If it's platinum in my watch, should I still care 'bout going gold?

If I gave that shit away, you think I'm ever going broke?

I'm not chasing money, money chasing me

You found what you looking for when you stop looking for it

End of story

See, more **** want the glory and think success is euphoric

Expect to get rich touring and never do shit for it, man

I been historic so long it's getting boring

Multiple mansions to reside and switch foreigns, pouring

Plenty game in the money cup

All our moves are calculating, you could wish the dummy's luck

Yeah, guess everyone exaggerates when they coming up

But that just their imagination, really, these **** ain't got no money, bruh

They wanna know who you are, not who you wanna be

Want smoke online and ain't handle around the corner beef

Coward, good luck avoiding getting extorted with absentee morals

And horrible priorities

Catch you somewhere in your mid-forties

Down in Florida, by the water, scraping up enough to buy a forty

Type of billboard ain't shit when you did poorly

By your kids so they can't remember what you did for 'em

Ay, you remember when you showed me that half a mill' in that shoe box?

Then I said, I want to rap, so you put me on Big and 2Pac

'Fore we came a long way, LA with B and Jay

Or flying to Coachella playing spades on PJs

Gimme three days, my gallery finna triple my salary

Doubled up on my K-dot, the sad shit, watch my calories

Crazy, I couldn't fathom the thought of me going platinum

I shattered my ceiling and captured my feelings in this verse

I'll gradually kill 'em, I'll turn down a million, it's not worth my integrity

I'm most definitely my daddy's son, there's no denying

I used to run from my last name

I was mortified of being that **** that live off a **** at twenty-five

So I moved out at eighteen and now I'm on my own

Pops, I know you got it, but I'd just rather get it on my own

Tell 'em stop asking all them questions, the answers in my song

Place the pen in my left hand and watch me write my wrongs

Ha, it funny ain't it, how I could be entertaining

Millions stashed in the bank and more millions on real estate

Riding around in a Vanquish, tryna stop from complaining

'Cause my kids won't let me help 'em and I just can't ascertain it

Then again, kinda remind me of me 'fore I met Jason

Selling crack daily, but knew I was going places, listen

Sometimes you confident can over-wear your continence

To the point seem like it make the smartest one do the dumbest shit

Learn to be the thermostat, not the thermometer

Never put your trust in ****, even when they promise something

Okay, pride keep you hungry when you on the come up

Don't matter who you son of, ****, you a one-of-one

Sometimes the weight feel like a hundred tons

I know, but learned to carry load

'Cause that the Harris way

Going a hundred or nothing, don't ever half-way

Fuck with anything and keep navigating your pathway

Already know there's greatness in you 'cause I put it there

They say that pressure make diamonds, find it

Be you at all times and see who not to align with

****, shining was the point of the assignment, duh