[Verse 1]
New year, new grind, it's a new day
And about time I'm discovered
My city show love but getting and giving hugs
Ain't enough for what I do to get through summers

My passion don't know sleep my dreams are riddled with pain
You ever realize you'll never be little again?
You ever realize, sitting with a 45'll
Take away and never ever rekindle the slain

I'm a runaway, on a runaway train
Tryna find another way out the game
Chained as a victim with an eye on my dreams flights
Praying to god I don't miss'em

I'm a runaway, on a run away rapping
2 shots cold and ain't damn near catch him
It's Black Glovez if you didn't know the movement
I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints


[Chorus]
I'm On
You ever realize you'll never be little again?
I'm On
I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints


[Verse 2]
Depression ain't a joke so I lend a helping hand
To anybody who feels their life is coming to an end
I been shackled commited to the struggle
As a full time patient I tried avoiding trouble

But everywhere I go it seems to tag along
I'm trapped in a universe where I don't belong
Where family become foes' women become hoes
Betrayal is now the norm don't act like you didn't know

With every lie swear my breaks a little more
Now I'm ready for the truth what you waiting for?
Honestly you never know when the plot thickens
My clocks ticking, will I get shot or get caught trippin

The futures in your hands don't let it slip away
Go chase that trust me it's worth the wait
I downplay my image just to be heard
If I ain't confort in lies I rather respect my word


[Chorus]


[Verse 3]
Always hear'em talking how they sell dope
But real G's never tell folk, the day that
Fake correlates with my name be the day that hell froze
I keep it underground like Harriet Tubmans railroad

Women love me by the way I dig'em out
Plus I know' this year, my mind is on a different route
Getting to the money still strive for intelligence
Mindstate on a level where you deprived and never been

It's all work no sleep where I be
In my room 7 days a week plotting a smash
To uplift ya' like you needed a boost
No matter what I do I'm keeping it true

F friends, F niggaz, F hoes, F bitches
I don't need nothing to nobody 'cept a little
OT show money get it poppin, my city 'bout the weed
Women, weather you would think the kid live in Compton

I been sick' since I was sixteen though
See it but I can't get passed like screen doors
Trying to be the one fans scream for
Watch a zero turn hero scavenger to beast mode

Had to let the streets know' young boy
With a mean flow soul like Nat King' Cole
They say they love me but that's only for the money
So fuck it I gave her all of my luggage and hit the ground running

Never turned back though' ain't let me in through the front
So I slipped through the back door I'm finna blow
So' I take a trip out to Europe, Switzerland
England, France back to Zurich I'll be back

Sooner or later middle finger screwin you haters
I'm just pursuing my paper nobody doing me favors
I did it all on my own' been the man of the house
Since I was a youngin my nigga I'm grown and I'm on


[Outro]
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I put a hand in clay and laid blueprints