8 AM, I ain't get no sleep yet
What would've happened if my dad ain't leave
Wish my grandpa was here to see this
Pray to God he's proud of me
Know a lotta people hate to see this
They ain't want what's best for me
Told myself there's no more dreaming
Got goals I must achieve
Mama told me she had trouble paying rent
I could tell she was stressed out
Lotta people had to give us helping hands
We was living off of handouts
We ain't have no where to live
In the basement of my aunt's house
Thought those days would never end
Did this shit all by myself now
As a kid saw my mama cry her eyes out
She tried to say she had it planned out
I remember when my lil bro pulled the knife out
Guess I gotta be the man now
Do this shit for the guys and the family
This music's meant for me, so fuck a Grammy
There ain't no other way, fuck a Plan B
No there ain't no fucking Plan B
8 AM, I ain't get no sleep yet
What would've happened if my dad ain't leave
Wish my grandpa was here to see this
Pray to God he's proud of me
Know a lotta people hate to see this
They ain't want what's best for me
Told myself there's no more dreaming
Got goals I must achieve