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And I told brodie I'll make it, either I do it or I'll die trying
No question, I gotta triumph, word is my bond and I cannot deny it
Made this for the bro on the edge, who been told jump off but they live in defiance
Thank God that we alive, no closed casket or moment of silence
And I said I'ma make it, either I do it or I'll die trying
No question, I gotta triumph, word is my bond and I cannot deny it
Made this for the bro on the edge, who been told jump off, but they live in defiance
Thank God that we alive, no closed casket or moment of silence
Spent too many hours training
Put in my blood, sweat, pain and
Can't fathom if I'ma make it
It's do or die, no time for complaining
I been hearing 'em talking in shots
'Bout whether I'll flop or I'll be the next A‑list
But my word is my law
And I cannot go far 'til I end up on A‑list
I been feeling the pain of my brothers
I started this out with just me and my pen
But now it's me and my kin
The fire in me wanna see all 'em win
They question the stakes and the burden
I showed 'em how much do it weigh
Man, I think about ten
And it's pain we carry in silence
'Cause why bother talking when we need to win?
What you think I been doing this for?
For the praise or the awards?
You think that I spent all those nights on the couch
My eyes wide awake just to hear some applause?
Ain't have no choice but to pick up a mic
And it's not 'cause of glory, it's from what I saw
The pain, the struggle, the rise and the fall
The stories untold of a quiet resolve
The ones who really been stuck in the mud
The smile, the jokes, the laughter and pain
The grief, the hate, the smell of a joint
They rolling up trauma and smoke it away
The faith we hold gets harder to keep
The peace we want gets harder to stay
The strength, the fear, they go hand in hand
So, hand on my chest, I go hard every day
This ain't a song, this a war cry
And we screaming loud from the balcony
They wishing hard on my downfall
So, I got 'em questioning, “How could he?”
Bet on myself, that's a parlay
And I'm beating the odds if they doubting me
This ain't a song, this a war cry
And we screaming it loud from the balcony
And I told brodie I'll make it, either I do it or I'll die trying
No question, I gotta triumph, word is my bond and I cannot deny it
Made this for the bro on the edge, who been told jump off but they live in defiance
Thank God that we alive, no closed casket or moment of silence
And I said I'ma make it, either I do it or I'll die trying
No question, I gotta triumph, word is my bond and I cannot deny it
Made this for the bro on the edge, who been told jump off, but they live in defiance
Thank God that we alive, no closed casket or moment of silence (Silence)
