Written & Produced By: KaVonte Carthron [Verse 1] Sittin’ around just thinkin’ bout it Ain’t never thought that you could be about it Think Big. Grow Rich. Yo’ mind just ain’t ready for this. Vanity – that weed smoke Them str8 lines, that raw dope. Lord knowz what’s goin’ on When you by yo ‘self, in yo’ home. That’s yo’ house. Yo’ reality. Yo’ decisions is quite the casualty. Man just tell me what you know, I got enough guesses of my own. I’m tryna grow, they tryna hold me back. I’mma hustler, I count the stacks. Or is the stacks really countin’ me? Or could it be my insecurities? This real rap – transparent. Heir to the King, I declare it, And if favor comes along with that Then hey, I’m good with that. You see attitude of gratitude Might sound cliché but the altitude You get from that – my God, Goes far beyond what you can count jack. My currency is my friends and fam I’m opulent, I know I am. Man of God. Husband. Father. This real ya dig. I know I got a lot, on my plate, but I get’r done and that’s by His grace. Grandma said there’s somethin’ bout you. I’m blessed up so I guess it true.
