(Verse 1)
I've been patient, but patience ain't key when its paper to make
And I'm dope as a key when this flame hit the paper my nigga
Been starring at this empty plate for too long
Got a home in the hood on the west and the east
That I promised myself imma feed 'fore I leave
I got moves to make nigga
Ain't worried bout who next, or my ex, or who best cuz bitch I'm rider
Got a drive like I'm riding through yo block, like blocka
Out the window, get offended, I don't give no fucks boy
Cuz everything's the same with these fuck boys
Everything's the same with these hoes too
Better peep who you put around your lifestyle
Cuz you can't control what these hoes do
In a city, a poor girl with two little pennies
Trying to turn that into plenty
Cuz I've been through people that claim that they love me
And people that claim that they're for me
And hoping that better days coming
It's nothing like coming after you realize that you fuckin' em up
I've been quiet but silent's a must, you can't give em too much
Got a buck and a dream that's enough for a queen with a vision

(Hook 1)
I can't wait much longer, the older I'm getting
I should've been getting it
We could've been toastin, I hope I'm forgiven
The struggle we live in, I hope I'm forgiven
One day we'll re-live it
Ain't gon' be no tripping, unless the jet liftin' the sky is the limit
These clouds can be shifted, This shit can be simple
I hope Im forgiven
The money, the bitches
The bills and the niggas, man fuck the expenses
When it's all said and done, niggas gon' do the math
In a different division
My dimensions is different
But I had you all waiting too long
Write my wrongs turn them hoes to a couple of songs

(Verse 2)
And I'm gon' peel off on these bitches like peeon
Yall peons, wipe your face after I pee on
All yall bitches, I'm the R. plus a Destiny's Child
Pop the Rose for the glow on my destiny, child
Epitome of that pimp shit
Pop these hoes of the flow
I don't wanna have to mop these hoes off tho floor
I don't wanna have to sweep these niggas
Like pass the sticks weak nigga
Cuz my shit Dope Boy like 30 zips
Push it through the hood like "you heard of Tish?"
man the push feel good once you finally feeling the tip
Got The Top on the top of my list
Next, my home, like I'm hopping the fence
Like I'm cocking to hit anything in my way
Got a burden I'm trying to shake
And a future I'm trying to shape
And a notebook for all my mistakes
Every breath that I take on the track, racing time and these seconds
Cuz second's a terrible place
Shit's been slow-mo for years switch the gear on the pace
Don't mistake a dry tear for no fear on my face
As I peer in the mirror like fuck it, be great

(Hook 2)
I don't think yall get it
It's crazy, go through ten Ls for a win
Shit don't add up
Add a 50 to that, late on this rent shit again
My momma like damn, she sacrificed arms and legs for the fam
I couldn't ask for a hand
I'm sorry, I swear ma, I fucked up the plan
But I'm still on a mission
I hope I'm forgiven, pray to God I ain't missed it
I hope I ain't too late
I hope I'm forgiven, I hope I'm forgiven
I said that we'd live it
I said Imma get it, I said imma get it
I just pray I'm forgiven, I hope I'm forgiven, just hope I'm forgiven

The struggle we live,