D Scott - January 6th

January 6 1999 a king was born
So glad my mama didn't wanna pull the cord
Cause man me and my mission
We on one accord
I remember that day waun copped the new accord

Uh I feel I'm fighting just to stay alive
Stomach feeling empty
Not to mention sleep deprived
You ain't never had bout 60
Just for food and gas
But you spent it on some time recording
Cause you want it bad

Yeah nigga
Want it that bad
A nigga stole some money
Wanted to add toe tags
Instead I took a deep breath
Said god got it
Months later
4 shots
Visions of a coffin

Uh
This is the life I was givin
But shit I'll be damned if I give in
I get down on my knees every night and pray
Cause only lord knows I been sinnin

I look at the
Books before me and wonder why
I don't wanna be in school
I just wanna fly
Lookin at all these snapchats from Miami Beach
I can't go to rolling loud till I sell the seats

Metaphorically speaking
This bitch is sold out
Allegorically speaking
I'm on the top mount
My confidence runneth over
Writeth the top scouts
Only time will tell
I'm on the perfect route

Uh
This is the life I was givin
But shit I'll be damned if I give in
I get down on my knees every night and pray
Cause only lord knows I been sinnin

Written by:
Devon Scott

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