I Owe Myself

I never went to college, okay, I did, but I dropped out

Too cool for school, I guess I passed out

The grades weren't the problem, it was more the methamphetamines

And showing up to class, shit, that wasn't my pedigree

On the fast track to success in my backpack

Till one day, I just up and quit and had enough, and that's that

And looking back, it's like the best that ever happened

Started rapping, now, I travel 'round the world, now imagine that

People told me I was foolish till I showed 'em wrong

All my friends graduated, started moving on

And here I sit, in the same city I grew up

About to blow up and, shit, I'll probably never leave

But really, I just found a way that I can still achieve

'Cause sitting at a desk, pushing papers isn't me

I'm born to inspire, against the grain, I'm admired

For acquiring the balls required to not retire, let's go

I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain

I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way

I don't ever wanna walk away

I don't want anyone to feel any blame

<span begin="1:12.665" end="1:16.215">I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:16.106" end="1:19.291">(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)</span></span>

Life is funny how you're given what you're given

And you're supposed to make a masterpiece outta the scraps

I guess we're all some engineers in this matrix of life

We sharpen our skills, but still get inundated with strife

I'm almost positive that we ain't truly supposed to succeed

You see, the rich people, they need people working like me

And all the poor people, they're just left working for free

And meant to scare the middle class into working for cheap, and see

I didn't like it so I made my own lane

Chose to nurture my ambition, I was born to entertain

Now, I'm writing for a living and living up out my destiny

I'm focused on my future and the ways to be a better me

And in my honor, I'm working just like my father, coming from the rock bottom

I'm counting up every dollar

I'm a blue-collar scholar, considered a shot caller

Come and holler if you want it with me

I owe myself for all my struggles and all of my pain

I owe myself for all the success that's coming my way

I don't ever wanna walk away, I don't want anyone to feel any blame

I just want them to feel entertained with my name in the game

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa