Chill Rap Royalty Free Music with hopeful lyrics. Serves as perfect triumph music for Youtube intros, background music, and montage scenes.
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….took a lotta patience.
….so many tried to break me.
….the dream I never stopped chasin.
….countless obstacles I was facin.
….this boy right here came from Nathan.
….put up with a lotta hatin.
….I’m just tryna make it.
….no matter what it takes me.
….had a few haters along the way.
The same fools who said they knew I’d make it today.
One day one punch ya in the face the next askin if you okay.
No one’s there for the chase, but everyone wants what ya slayed.
These buzzards out here tryna git da leftovers.
Too bad I clear my plate so never any left over.
Still can’t believe the tracks I conceived have gone global.
My fam and fake friends the reason I done went mogul.
Just out here tryna be the next Oprah.
And be on every bad chick’s bad boy poster.
Cuz I worked hard to get my body off my mom’s sofa.
Done came a long way from recording Sammy Sosa.
In school suspension from middle school teachers, have flashbacks when officers say put ya hands where I can see em.
Just following footsteps of influences that used to feed me, said don’t worry bout pride just leave the traffic stop breathing.
But it’s hard to do especially in the moment, we as blacks are scared, yet we the ones that gon have to control it.
Cuz only thing I hate more than white privilege in America, is the thought of my family crying cuz ya boy had enough.
That’s my rant long story short forget bout actin tough, get back at em by doin right by yaself.
Forget bout what you gon wear to flex and stunt, nothin’s more fun than staying out of them handcuffs.