wanted more

i remember before the deal you know

when i was down bad at my lowest low

you know dead broke homeless dirty

and dingy living in my car

i never seen what y'all saw you know

when i looked in the mirror you know

even though i was fucked up from the outside

but i still seen a motherfucking star you hear me

i remember people calling me a loser

my life was full of drama and confusion

down bag living in the projects

i had to stay down and trust the process

i wanted more

didn't bend

didn't break

didn't fold

lord knows

i wanted more

despite of everything i went through

i still knew i wanted more

raised in a neighborhood where they murder folks

where everybody either selling dope or they doing dope

i'm up staring out my window the whole night

seeing old heads that been in the hood they whole life

they just sitting under the tree playing dominoes

no aspirations

they went as far as they wanna go

i see the look of satisfaction all in they eyes

no more goals

they content with barely getting by

just as long as they can smoke and drink

they was straight

it's mind boggling to know that niggas think this way

how could you ever be content with being poor

am i strange or am i wrong for wanting more

stepped on my front porch and looked down the street

and seen everything that i ain't want to be

i put it in the air that i can make it anywhere

and i decided ima be a young black millionaire

i remember people calling me a loser

my life was full of drama and confusion

down bag living in the projects

i had to stay down and trust the process

i wanted more

didn't bend

didn't break

didn't fold

lord knows

i wanted more

despite of everything i went through

i still knew i wanted more

see poor people teach they kids

go to school

get a diploma

then go get a job with it

rich people teach they kids

go to school

go to college

then go start your own business

nobody really taught us how to multiply them benjamins

how to get a grant or put together a business plan

none of my niggas know what a 401k is

but i bet they know exactly what a ounce of yay is

all of these fucking loses and all of these fucking coffins

and we accept that this is all life has to offer

nobody really taught us nothing different all we seen is murder

that's why we walking with them sticks like a ninja turtle

call me crazy but i was broke

i was homeless

at my lowest low and still ain't believe for a moment

that i wouldn't make it knew my situation was temporary

one foot in prison

the other was in the cemetery

i remember people calling me a loser

my life was full of drama and confusion

down bag living in the projects

i had to stay down and trust the process

i wanted more

didn't bend

didn't break

didn't fold

lord knows

i wanted more

despite of everything i went through

i still knew i wanted more