[Intro] (Slow, melancholic piano chords. Muffled vinyl crackle. Faraway vocal sample) Yeah... It's 3 AM in the city. They want me to write another song about my exes. They want me to show off the new jet. But I'm looking at these bank digits... and it don't mean nothing if the streets are cold. Let's change someone's life tonight. Listen close . [Verse 1] (Piano continues, very quiet ambient pad pads underneath) I remember being twenty, trying to make the rent,(yeah) Every single dollar that my mother had was spent. Now the label hands me millions just to shoot a video, I told the director, "Turn the cameras on, we gotta go." We drove straight to the projects, where the lights don't shine, Met a kid who lost his father, trying to clear his mind. I handed him an envelope, told him, "Pay the college fees, Your momma shouldn't have to beg on her knees." Yeah, saw the tears hitting the pavement, man, it broke my heart, But that's the exact moment where the blessings start. [Pre-Chorus] (Hi-hats start ticking rapidly, low bass frequencies rising) They want the old me, they want the flashing lights, But I'm just tryna fix these broken winter nights. Yeah, they don't wanna see us win, they pray we flop... But God has other plans when the drums drop. [Beat Drop] (Sudden explosion of heavy, deep 808 bass, crisp snare, emotional synth melody) [Chorus] (High energy but emotional cadence) This is for the mothers working two jobs, yeah! This is for the kids praying to God, yeah! We cleared the grocery store, told 'em "It's all free!" You don't owe the cashier, put the blame on me. Yeah, they thought the million went to cars and a chain, But we washing out the struggle, we healing the pain. Look at 'em smile now... look at 'em smile. [Verse 2] (Beat stays heavy but the synth becomes more spacious and sad) Pulled up to the shelter in the freezing rain, Fifty thousand in a check just to soothe the pain. Met an old man, said he used to blast my tracks, Now he's sleeping on the floor, carrying his life in packs. I bought him a apartment, paid for three full years, He hugged me so tight, we were drowning in tears. The internet's gonna say I did it for the clout, But they weren't in the trenches when the lights went out. This ain't for the Gram, this ain't for the views, This is for the souls that always seem to lose. OVO circle, but we opening the gate, Can't be the only one with food on my plate. [Outro] (808 bass cuts out, only the emotional synth and a slow kick drum remain) Yeah... Keep the awards. Keep the billboard charts. Seeing that mother smile... that's my biggest hit. That's forever. (Piano plays a final sad chord) Yeah. We did good tonight. (Fade out with atmospheric vocal echo)
