(Sentro)

I control the temperature in the room, I got a lot to lose (yeah)
I write the street with them shots, I ain't got nothin' to prove (huh)
Put me on a scale, I'm tryna balance wrong and right
I got this far with that talent, I ain't goin' for the hype (nah, nah)
They say no face no case (yeah), but that's a cold case (yeah)
I'm runnin' to this money light, I'm at my own pace (huh)
I can't make it clear, I'm tryna find what's in the mirror
Walking through the dark to the light, I'm tryna face my fear

I finally got a second chance, I ain't tryna ruin it
I'm still gettin' jail calls, put money on security
I know my brother down the road proud of me, too many
Let's keep on goin' and keep fightin', you'll overturn the sentence
Let's make America slime again, let's spin a Benz
We all brothers in our circle, we don't need friends
Never tell me you love me, bitch, don't lie to me
Can't give up now because I know my mama proud of me
Just had a talk with my daughter, she said she had a vision
She want her own business, I told her she can get it
I got another baby on the way, damn
It's not about her mama
but she gotta have my last name (for real)

I control the temperature in the room, I got a lot to lose (yeah)
I write the street with them shots, I ain't got nothin' to prove (huh)
Put me on a scale, I'm tryna balance wrong and right
I got this far with that talent, I ain't goin' for the hype (nah, nah)
They say no face no case (yeah), but that's a cold case (yeah)
I'm runnin' to this money light, I'm at my own pace (huh)
I can't make it clear, I'm tryna find what's in the mirror
Walking through the dark to the light, I'm tryna face my fear (my fear)

I'm tryna face my fear
I'm tryna face my fear

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Writer(s): Quantavious Grier