What a Year It’s Been - Injury Reserve

What a year it’s been, a lot of ups and downs

Keep fallin' off the wagon, but never hit the ground

Or should I say the bottom?

That’s a place I’ll never go

Was drinkin' hella heavy, had no self-control

Started doubtin' myself, had no motivation

Liquor and depression is a bad combination

Ain’t doin' enough, just doin' the most

Tasted some success, then I put that shit in coast

Never comin' around, my ass was always ghost

Not realizin' I hurt the ones I loved the most

Refuse to fuck this up when our dream is too close

Had to grow up and put my pride behind

Got out of my funk, and now I feel alive

Writin' verses with a smile while my daughter’s by my side, like

Look mama, I made that

Look mama, I made that

«The boy is a star,» soon enough you can say that

The boy came too far for me to just pick up and lay back

Since way, way, way back, I been on playback

And P be blendin' shit like Beethoven and Ajax

Since Ye met A-Trak, Rozay got his first Maybach

Been told that I been chasin' a dream, even with paychecks

Even if my rent’s paid for, even if I pay state tax

Even if it took me all across the world and way, way back

Grandpa call it chasin' a dream and I can’t take that

Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah

Yeah, yeah

(When you needed my mind but my pride took over)

Check it, yo, check it

With 48 percent, tryna make tragedy turn triumph

But everybody tryna make family turn client

How many shares you own on my dreams?

Enough money can make any gathering turn riot

Weekends full of distant daps and head nods

Acknowledgin' niggas who really just binge awe

Pshh, who, me?

Nigga, I been calm

I just sense when a nigga think I’ma be his pawn

Yo, I heard a lot of bullshit within this last year

All chirp, that shit’s for the birds

If you ask here it’s been a fast year, I hear they only get faster

With more chatter, yo, but that shit don’t matter, wassup?

How far across you wanna go to go up faster?

Is hard work worth it, or gettin' it all that matters?

Yo, it’s like the difference between stairs and a ladder

I’m for the latter, spellin' don’t change so many factors, wassup?

You Mr. Me Too’s, I’m Mister Miyagi

I fathered these niggas, this shit is a hobby

No honor in some shit if niggas just copy, false valor-ass niggas

You didn’t earn them stripes, you David Clarke-ass nigga

Fuck you, nigga

(Starts fucking up)

I was who you depended on

And I knew that you ran and called

I was too cool to get involved

If I was you I’d abandon all of me

I mean honestly, I was down and lone

I mean obviously, I was down to roll

I just honestly needed time to grow

And you needed my mind but my pride took over