from the ground

8 balls wit a safety pin

i deserve the finer things

told myself back then

when i used to ride a schwinn

now i'm on a tour bus

going places i ain't never been

wrote my rhymes down on a paper bag

that was way back

having dreams of a cadillac

dog

i had to bounce back

locked a nigga up

why they do me like that?

now i'm on the jack in the county

asking mommy for some money

swear to god she'd do anything for me

now we out the hood and the nightmare is us going back

so i won't go to sleep 'til i finish that

cousin of death anyway

now i see better day

and i ain't tryna miss a minute

second hour

living on borrowed time

can't think about tomorrow

'cause it's about today

and you know you wanna take my place

let's get it

you turn around

and now i'm winning

i built it up

from the ground

you stay asleep

i'm gonna get it

i built it up

from the ground

now tell me

would you sacrifice your dreams?

what it takes if you want anything

got me missing sleep 'cause my mind on the beat

so while i'm counting bars y'all be counting sheep

no cheat sheet

get it out the mud

get it how you live

why i'm out here in the field

my nigga wake up

wipe the cold out your eyes

it's a cold

cold world but even hotter when you die

so no try to do

what about you?

work off

well met

do the same thing too

a lot locked up wishing they was like you

got a letter from my nigga saying he be out in june

been down for a minute and every since sentence

things ain't been the same so i'm missing my nigga

staring at the ceiling thinking how far i came

was trapped in the storm but i made it out the rain

you turn around

and now i'm winning

i built it up

from the ground

you stay asleep

i'm gonna get it

i built it up

from the ground