| It’s that I’m choosing to live shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| Overcame some demons yeah I’m back on track |
| It’s that album of the year shit |
| And I can’t tell you how to live, shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| I’m back on track |
| The day I told my parents that I wanna be rapper |
| I could see them think I must’ve dreamt too much |
| But so what if I do, so what if I did |
| Told myself if I don’t make it, it’s 'cause I slept too much |
| They thought I must’ve, I must’ve lost my mind |
| Talking 'bout them big dreams, big smiles all the time |
| Said momma, momma, please take my advice |
| Let me skip class or maybe even school |
| So I can get to rule the world |
| That you gave me, and you given my word |
| Ain’t no need to be concerned ya lil' son gon make it burn |
| Put my name on the map, eating suckas like desert |
| I’ma earn what’s mine, come and take what I deserve |
| Till I can fill your purse, said son you need a spanking |
| Is you really gon' cut it like your dad did |
| She ain’t really said it but I read it in her eyes |
| And once she read mine, she left and let me rise |
| It’s that album of the year shit |
| It’s that I’m choosing to live shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| Overcame some demons yeah I’m back on track |
| It’s that album of the year shit |
| And I can’t tell you how to live, shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| I’m back on track |
| Yeah I’m still here |
| Can’t believe this |
| There were times on god it wasn’t easy |
| But we still here |
| We still breathing |
| It took some time for the wounds to start healing |
| Now I’m still here |
| Fighting off my demons |
| My demeanor |
| Was changing like the seasons |
| Tryna fake my smile, hiding my feelings |
| Tryna pick myself up but found no reason |
| And I still keep everybody at distance |
| Still find it hard to open up when they listen |
| Still haven’t shown my true colors |
| Still working it out like newcomers |
| Head first, no pool covers |
| Blue collar, nine to five still won’t have you covered |
| Night shifts on night shifts, I lose mornings |
| My mind shifts from thick mist to white skies |
| But behind every cloud it still shines |
| It’s that album of the year shit |
| It’s that I’m choosing to live shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| Overcame some demons yeah I’m back on track |
| It’s that album of the year shit |
| And I can’t tell you how to live, shit |
| Yeah I’m back on track |
| I’m back on track |