Look into the face of K-I-D and understand

About that pressure facing poverty and becoming a man

Never gonna leave it up to chance, I was sick of being broke

And my momma working two jobs ain't no cap that's being spoke

Started off in the gutter, and my life was greasy as butter

But when you making excuses, you find it easy to stutter

Poverty made me sick, but you see my flow was sicker

So I evaded the weed and stayed away from the liquor

I was young with the talent I was hungry for more

I was broken like crack vials, from settling scores

Had to pick up the pieces, started dropping releases

I got hotter than fish grease is khakis rocking the creases

Riding down MLK and my 4 door Benz was the cleanest

Had my crew by side pulling up in Suburbans and Beemers

All of them haters and doubters, was giving us all of them looks

They thought we was dope boys and crooks

But I got a friend that lawyer, another one that's a dentist

And I got another friend who was a gang banging straight up menace

Got him off of the streets put him on with these beats

And now he producing them bangers bringing nothing but heat

Yeah we finding our flow, we reaching for our potential

Elevating ourselves or people on instrumentals

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We went from boys to men, princes to Kings - gutter to greatness, watch God elevate us - if you think that you gonna stop us you got something else coming the momentum is crazy and you know to the top where we gunning

Now we take it from the streets and jetty and we crossing the nation

Take it from the streets to the suites and, we went from starving to eating

On 10 and we leaning while them haters is scheming

Fiending to see our downfall cause the way we moving and dreaming

They redline us discriminating and hate when we elevate and

Shaking and moving and they see our view is improving

Tunnel vision we on a mission we blitzing the competition

Never wanna see us in a lane so bringing all the best and when it's coming to the vision

We spread love like we got the plague

We known from Rainier to 19th and Sprague

Biscayne to Belt Line, Crenshaw to Peachtree

Elevating like I got a set of wings beneath me

Imma get to these youngins imma get to this bag

Imma get to the point, giving all of y'all a thick rope to grab

Elevate the youth from the booth with the truth until it's their turn and

With a mic on stage and no pulpit these raps is my sermons

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