Ain't nobody gave me *.
I built this lane brick by brick.
Young Lil' Johnny P.
Less spoke, no handouts.
I did it myself.
Painted my chest.
Pride on a shelf.
I ain't asked once.
I ain't cried for help.
I got scars they never felt.
No handouts, that's how I came.
Broke that curse, ran through the rain.
Fake love I cut from the chain.
Now I'm up, but the trauma remain.
All my life I was counted out.
Used to sleep on floors, now I'm cashing out.
Used to doubt, now they scream my name.
Wash my face in the mud,
now I'm clean with the flame.
I don't flex just to prove
I'm fine.
I flex to remind them what's mine.
Had no plug, had no team.
Just a pad,
one mic, one dream.
No handouts, just grit and pain.
Lost someones that I can't
replace.
But I still thank God every day that I made it here in my own way.