I used to be Mr. High
He don't get no kiss goodbye
Sobriety feelin' good
Now my girl sees a different guy
I'm still in recovery though
I don't like to give advice
I still wanna love you so
I'm just gonna improvise

Hard to talk about race, I don't have the stamina
Green is the main color that comes with advantages
Mugshots we don't smile for the camera
Can't make the blood stop with these bandages
I got criminals in my family and whatnot
And some cops, I judge not, closed parameters
Only one in the game that treat me like an amateur
Happened to be a white boy from Canada
We still tryna shuffle cards God handed us
We just wingmen, look where God landed us
I always try to do my music in the manner of
The Man above, that's always what the standard was
Or so I thought, cold world, well, they keep it real as Santa does
I ain't tryna be scandalous
But when a label has a hit, that they hands won't touch
We prove that a Jesus song can blow up
Now we talkin' the radio about playing Grow Up
Bout time to have a post on the 'Gram go up
Yeah, still letting go of dead weight
God didn't say no, He said wait
In a new headspace, uh
And I'm learning how to work backwards
32 years and I've just reached the first chapter

Yeah
I love doing this, yo
Lettin' you in a for a little bit, with so much going on
Listen closely
Jesus loves you
And me too
Let's go