Verse 1:
It started in '92, just a baby and had been
the only one born with a pen and a bad in

his grasp, feeling he was destined to rap
sat back during class off task had slacked
at least thats all any teacher had seen

but to me, I was just a teen chasing his dream
making the cream was my damn goal
by any means 'cuz my home had no heat, and Hali winters damn cold

but I cant fold as long as Im breathing
Im believing that I'm achieving what I need to be leaving
this life of grieving behind,

better the lives of my fam
am I deceiving my mind?
because some say I am

Some saying "Man, K.G. This is not for You.
You lack the talent for the fairy tale your tryna' pursue"
Is that true? We'll see, as my talent just furthers

Y'all mad you settled for taking orders and flipping burgers.

Chorus x 2:

What you know about pain?
What you know about the struggle?
What you know about this game?

What you know about the hustle?
What you know(what you know) 'bout dedicating your life
to an impossible goal so far out of site

What you know?

Verse 2:

I wake up screaming, tangled all in my sheets
Thinking 'bout the same thing that I was before I fell asleep
How am I gonna eat? Im scared of my future

stress and depression really aint something I care to get used to
I stare at this loser ex-user in the mirror like "$#&@ it"
tryna' make it as a rapper when I aint got no budget

and haters love that the money issues keep me behind
regardless I grind,
its molded me the hardest of minds

money or not, I'll still write the hardest of rhymes
and artist that shines has suffered through the hardest of times
Im honest with lines, my hearts in whatever I make

The feel of the music, seperates the real from the fake
Is this really fate? Don't know if I'ma make it or not
but I'll do whatever it takes to get to the top

I appreciate life, but sometimes I can't take it
What do I explain to my boys if we can't make it?


Chorus

Verse 3:

I pray to God all the time that this hip hops fate
That's why I keep my rhymes in tip top shape
Some hate, while their A Games the wackest

I'm slept on so bad my stage name should be matress
fact is, my last (*##$ was an actress
the kind you wish you coulda' seen through like glasses from the start

but she aint breaking my heart
it's all just motivation, shes perfecting my art
aint regretting the part where %#@! didn't go as planned

dont complain about the pain it turns you into a man
and understand the most important thing is your fam
not your luxury sedan or beer can in your hand

and I'll be damned if I just played a woman like a game,
then bounce 'for she had my kid never knowing their name
forever knowing it came from some dead beat dad

I'd man up and raise my seed, what you know about that?

Chorus