[Verse 1: 16RAHEEM] I can feel it in my soul I been going up the levels looking at the totem pole Only 19 years old but aiming for the real top I could never wait it been legends getting killed off Find a skill something i can really build off If I ain't have that then i would really feel lost Still feel like a lost cause sometimes Dropping all my pain it been way more than punchlines I been writing raps since standing in them lunch lines Had a nightmare I was running from the one times Back before the money came for real it was fun times Way before we got wild freestyle to drum lines Ain't talking bout the cannon when I'm talking chop wit green slime Up and down from the green line Nowadays I'm putting on a smile so I seem fine Three times that I fell down to my knee, spine Quick had to reset Ion wanna relapse Never give myself a break Running til my feet cramp I just wanna face the pain felt like I was made for it Brain go insane on itself how I wage war I love your presence why won't you stay more I been juggling running through all these mazes Everything that's within me Knowing it won't amaze em I just wanna be great, fuck being Famous Had to quit the weed, fuck being brainless Never can be perfect, fuck being stainless If I was really made for it I would be an angel New life outlooks I'm seeing different angles, one [Chorus: Khamia] I gotta make a way Use time on my plate I gotta go, I gotta show I gotta fight through the pain [Verse 2: 16RAHEEM] Verse two, pain get dispersed through Tryna convince myself that ian here to hurt you Looking at my past self igmoring all the virtues Told em that I'm better now I just wanna murk you Used to roll a wood, music I could lurk to Feel I can't go back now it's past curfew Looking at this backwood, I'm no longer satisfied Used to count the numbers up really go and strategize Normally I break it down pass it then I bag it up Never took a break asking if i want it bad enough Used to elevate but now I'm Climbing on the ladder up Rap until my voice turn hoarse, so I saddle up This that real pain Purple sight with Gold haze Looking for that right life, music turning cold play Calling way more plays But they all in different ways Didn't like how I was living so I had to get away, one [Chorus: Khamia] I gotta make a way Use time on my plate I gotta go, I gotta show I gotta fight through the pain This life gon test your faith Put you through some change You gotta go, you gotta show You gotta make it okay