作词 : Carlos St. John Phillips

作曲 : Carlos St. John Phillips

[Pre-Chorus]

They no believe in me when I was broke

They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone

They didn't watch anything I do

[?] someone new

Shame on my dream, but I did out loud

And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud

The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds

They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds

[Chorus]

And I pray to my God

That I make it to whatever I believe in

I won't even skip on a leap year

And I, and I pray to my God

The air is just better I'm breathin'

I think it's better that I prepare

Don't tell me to be humble

Ten crumbs and a crumble

A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll

Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo

[Verse 1]

See, I was born in Brooklyn, momma broke, never had money

Send me back home to a Guyanese country

Concrete road, but it always feel concrete

But they don't care that my stomach still hungry

Momma find out, so she send me to my auntie

Sendin' back money, runnin' through the pantry

Can't lie to ya' though, I wasn't no [?]

See they don't want me, see that they don't want me

[Pre-Chorus]

They no believe in me when I was broke

They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone

They didn't watch anything I do

[?] someone new

Shame on my dream, but I did out loud

And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud

The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds

They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds

[Chorus]

And I pray to my God

That I make it to whatever I believe in

Relationships I can't repair

And I, and I pray to my God

The air is just better I'm breathin'

I think it's better that I prepare

Don't tell me to be humble

Ten crumbs and a crumble

A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll

Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo

[Verse 2]

See, raised in GT, momma broke, never had money

From a [?] I'm a [?] body too scrawny

Remember Mrs. Patta, remember [?]

Before I got my first lil' piece of banani

And I growed up, and I made my first CD

Then I blowed up, and I end up on TV

The other night reminiscin', listenin' Jay-Z

I make it look easy, I make it look easy

[Pre-Chorus]

They no believe in me when I was broke

They didn't see this comin', when I'm gone

They didn't watch anything I do

[?] someone new

Shame on my dream, but I did out loud

And deep down I'm shamed, but I said I'm proud

The head on my back weighed a thousand pounds

They're tryna tell me that right in front of crowds

[Chorus]

And I pray to my God

That I make it to whatever I believe in

I won't even skip on a leap year

And I, and I pray to my God

The air is just better I'm breathin'

I think it's better that I [?]

Don't tell me to be humble

Ten crumbs and a crumble

A few sticks 'round me, left here with a drumroll

Everybody I know mixed up with the gumbo