Letter To My Youth

Damn it feels good to be me My ex found love but I got family Who really wanna go against me Me and my team serving looks casually Say, say, say Say, say, say (What) Say, say, say Say, say, say (Who) Think happy thoughts Sing happy songs Wake up in the morning Think that I'm the Bomb Eat a cinnabon Man of renaissance Man of mystery Came from poverty Never chase a woman She just come to me Granny proud of me And the family tree Looking like a money tree We just hit the lottery Came from the dirt Spun around and made it pottery Came for my name And my homies buried under me They gone hold me up If my legs get weak What, they really want? Give em all my fame and my reach And they still won't touch the stars What, they want? Is it flows, or these bars? I got more flows than the waters I got more bars than a soap store I got more bars than a politician Got for black men (Whoa) Things you not supposed to say when You date white woman (Like no) They don't want to hear this I don't have no fear if... they just want to kill him Throw him off a building You can't off a movement You can't kill my spirit Whip got horsepower So it's Paul Revering Power steering Look into the mirror Vision getting clearer Look into your own All you see is confidence disappearing It's apparent You don't love your parents You don't love yourself You don't love the planet You just hug yourself and get aroused (Whoa) Look at what I gross Just dug gold right from under nose You don't even know I suppose concrete grew a rose I design my designer clothes They couldn't see me as the lead So I write my own shows All my women popping off the screen like Vogue (Whoa) I can take you where you want to go Just hold on tight won't lose control In my head to my youth The past done changed We can go Say, say, say Say, say, say (What) Say, say, say Say, say, say (Who)