The Climb Back

Are you doin' this work to facilitate growth or to become famous?

Which is more important?

Getting or letting go?

You can do anything, anything you can do?(You can do anything)

You can do anything, anything you can do?(You can do anything)

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile

This is that come back to life sh*t

My n**gas pick me up and we gon' light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my n**ga found dead too soon

Yeah

To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint

Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a joint

Check out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appoints

And you'll see how I flipped, like exclamation points

My n**gas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guards

Enough straps to fill four U-Hauls

More death than World War II caused around these parts

We pour the brown just to drown these thoughts

Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin'

I ain't been sleep yet, it's ten in the morning

I'm sendin' a warnin', a problem with me is like the BET hip hop awards

I'm startin' to see you n**gas don't want it

I'm sick of this flauntin', from n**gas I know for sho' ain't got mo' dough than Cole

Trash rappers, a*s backwards, tryna go toe to toe

We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya

Bass masters, look how they tote a pole

Gotta know the ropes and the protocol

Or they gon for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code

Made a lil' tune called "Foldin' Clothes," and a n**ga still ain't known to fold

Under pressure, well you know what Cole do

Make a diamond, they just rhymin', me, I'm quotin' gold

One phone call get you canceled like a homophobe

In this PC culture, address me as the G.O.A.T

Like they call Chief Keef Sosa, in my sectional like a f**kin' three piece sofa

I'm known as the chosen one

Another dead body lay frozen that's how it go sometimes

When n**gas weighin' coke and not the pro's and cons

Well I ain't with that sleepin' underground like a gopher, so I go for mines

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take 'fore you smile

This is that come back to life sh*t

My n**gas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my n**ga found dead too soon

Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)

Survival at all costs, everyday n**gas get logged off

Bodies get hauled off

Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my breath in the car I thought

At times, it be feelin the devil be winnin' but do that mean God lost?

Just got off the phone with my n**ga, he back in the kennel, my dog lost

I brought him round close to me

Before but he

Became addicted to clout and all the hoes we'd meet

I slowly peeped jealousy on his breath, whenever he spoke to me

Like on the low, he feelin' like in my shoes is where he supposed to be

I tried to ignore the signs, but there in the back of my mind, it felt

Like lettin' a n**ga come sleep on your couch but he eatin' up all yo' groceries

My n**ga repeated this quote to me, I felt its potency

Said, "Most of these n**gas gon' hang themselves, just give 'em the rope and see"

Sh*t, I heeded that, and what got showed to me

Was screamin' that, some n**gas you gotta leave em back unfortunately

We seen the trap, n**gas be on that demon clock resultantly

They fiend to clap as often as the Genius app misquotin' me, uh

Meanwhile, I see that yo' diamonds is glistenin'

I'm glad that you shinin' but need I remind you my n**gas is dimin' and nickelin'

Scrapin' up whatever coin they can find, the pettiest crime they committin' it

Just to get by for a limited time, the steepest of mountains they tryna climb

I'm here tryna find the derivative

You n**gas don’t feel me, you see the clout

You don't see the real me

If I was sick, you n**gas wouldn't heal me

Therefore I'm healin' myself, gettin' in tune with my God

Slowly revealin' myself, buildin' my wealth

A n**ga touch mine, I'ma kill 'em myself, trust me

Everything come back around full circle

Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful

Everybody gotta cry once in a while

But how long will it take before you smile

This is that come back to life sh*t

My n**gas pick me up and we gon light the city up as if the sun had the night shift

And paint the town red for my n**ga found dead too soon

Now I know why they call it blue moon (Yeah)

B**ch, I'm back outside, n**ga

I'm back outside

I'm back outside

B**ch, I'm back outside

Everybody mentions suicide prevention

Man, they even made a hotline

To call up when there's tension but I got a question

What about a f**kin' homicide?

Need a number for my n**gas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved

Need a number for my n**gas to call

Whenever there's a urge to get triggers involved