✏️ 🎵 They counted me out.... Alright... I feel alright How u feeling... I feel alright 💕 I graduated from the school of disappointments Rejection broken dreams and feeling pointless Depression no esteem to hold position Often feeling that my true meaning was missing Complicated episodes of mental crisis Dirty niggaz with motives to do me trifling I aint jealous of nobody keep gettin it I could give a mf how u gettin it Came from roaches food stamps WIC vouchers Lessons learned aint repeatin those encounters Alot to celebrate alotta profit counting Preciate the days when losses were my option I found my grind in da streets of atlanta vampin Im from the gutta 504 booty clappin whats hattnin They infiltrate 🥷 and weaken our standards Never regret being underdog champion 💕 No matter what the circumstance im winning These bitches broke as shit out here pretendin You aint got nothing that I could ever envy Im a hustla opportunities are plenty Im a soldier yeah the battlefield relentless I told a nigga 12 years ago go get it Im at ya neck spittin heiroglyphs & venom You still got empty pockets lint up in ya denim Never despise the day of small beginnings Staying humble although luxury Im getting Staying far away from fake friends and All dem hoes who be gossiping and grinning Im waking up on egyptian cotton linen In the Maldeeves white sand beaches living Different type of atmosphere pristine From pork and beans to imported cuisine