Thornton Street - Cordae

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Ayo

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My mom had a nigga at the age of fifteen

Was forced to drop out of school to take care of a king

She had a desire to sing and I admire these things

At times a nigga feel guilty I retired her dreams

Imagine, sky's the limit, you mind your business

Then you pregnant with a street nigga baby, the odds against us

But never mind, 'cause your son be livin' upper echelon

They be talkin' 'bout me, from the barbershops to hair salons

Real impact, somethin' you never could fathom

My first album went gold, I think my next one is platinum

And it's okay that you ain't think that I would make it in rappin'

You wanted me to go school so I could make somethin' happen

I understand it, the way shit is goin', you couldn't plan it

But raisin' two kids on your own, how did you manage?

From apartments to trailers, was livin' with granny

Years later, front row, is how we sit at the Grammy's

They say, we all gotta cry sometimes

Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time

I be stressin' so, of course, I get high sometimes

Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes

And yeah, we all gotta live someday

Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day

Have a house with a wife and some kids one day

Damn, I got somethin' to say

Ayo, Section 8 with food stamps, refrigerator was packed

You hate it when I talk about this, but I'm statin' the facts

Before I dropped “Family Matters,” should've sent him a text

I guess that shit was only right that the resentment was next

My pops taught me a lot, I give that nigga respect

He went to prison for a while and used to call me collect

And yeah, we lived in different states but we would always connect

When I got robbed at gunpoint, you took the bus up the check

Almost lost my favorite aunt because of shit that I said

Niggas formin' their opinions based on shit that they read

I be dealin' with a lot, I take this shit to the head

No complainin', though this shit is ultra drainin'

My whole life is a canvas, I'm supposed to paint it

You can't tell? I'm the new Jean-Michel

My future is a sure thing like the don Miguel

This ain't background music, boy, these rhymes are felt

They say, we all gotta cry sometimes

Unfortunate, when our loved ones die, wish I could buy some time

I be stressin' so, of course, I get high sometimes

Mix the Puma with Givenchy to get fly sometimes

And yeah, we all gotta live someday

Woke up plottin' on my next move, we tryna get rich one day

Have a house with a wife and some kids one day

Damn, I got somethin' to say

Uh, yeah, you know, uh

This four-pack, man

It's just, all songs from the heart, dawg

Just somethin' to hold y'all over 'til I'm done with the album

Man, truth be told, uh

I'm more of a perfectionist than anything

But um, next body of work comin' soon

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