I done been through the fire But ion smell like smoke Grew up bumping Rakim Boy, I ain’t no joke Sundown til the sun’s up I been steady running up the score I ain’t even gotta say it They know where I’m from You already know I know he got his hands on me Started business with no degree Fresh out high school straight to the league Satan blew a 3-1 lead
Praise the Lord I been skating on ice Gotta grind for my dawgs Praise the Lord I been skating on ice Gotta grind for my dawgs
1 down, 3 more…
Can’t… Go… Can’t go back now I gotta black out God got it mapped out I know we had doubts But I got angels on my side Keep on going that’s my type Til my momma got no sighs I’m running on auto flight Picasso to hate I gotta draw the line Don’t need money I’m lit This my God given gift Want my grandma walking again So tell me why would I quit
Praise the Lord I been skating on ice Gotta grind for my dawgs Praise the Lord I been skating on ice Gotta grind for my dawgs