It's Bristol, baby, hehehe
Uh
It's taken some years tryin' to find me
Long road, but it ain't concrete
I made some mistakes that still haunt me

Damage control been my undercover hobby

My pride runnin' marathons at a high speed

Uh, got me prayin' on my knees

Tryna keep my past behind me

But in my heart I wanna say there ain't a rapper that's gon' take my seat, yeah

I almost lost it all before I even got it

It all go back to bein' honest

I was more worried bout takin' shawty to Sonic

Driving down Forest Lane, never been as toxic, uh

Readin' Scriptures, paintin' vivid pictures

Relatin' to stories, guess I found a lot of hidden figures, uh

I ain't David, but you get the kicker

Been in my head so the wins don't make me think that I'm a winner, uh

'Cause that don't last long

Therapy been slowin' down, a lot of fastballs

I know God preparin' me for the blast off

The devil only prowl when you a threat, I'm goin' mad far, uh

So I thank God

I'm tryna hold my hood up like I'm Trayvon

Been fresh way before I hit grade nine

Did a lot of don'ts so far as dues, yeah, I paid mine, yeah

It all go back to bein' honest

And not a profit, not how I can be the biggest artist

I'm the biggest already because I'm Bristol's finest, uh, right, look

Remember Kirk dapped me up before I hit the stage

Honestly, that meant more than my lil' fame

Had an artist say when he win he'll switch me for my J's

I should ask him now if he still wanna trade, yeah

I mean I'm still amazed

I still can't believe that the feelings fade

I fed on top of the world with just a lil' taste

But honestly, I'm the most happy when I'm in VA, yeah

Wit' my fam there

They asking for the old Cole, well, I am him

I'm tryna walk up to my Pops and give him ten mil'

That still ain't enough for all the times he been real

I can't even lie, they tellin' me to pick a side

They sayin' "Sing" and then I sing, they ask me where the lines

Industry not what I thought, so I'm 'bout to slide

Crazy younger me thought this was really all about God

They just want me kissin' up to these shady folk, mm

It's all about the ratings, though

If I change lives, who care about the radio?

I'm tryna give the folks my heart until I'm eighty-four

Right, 'til I'm eighty-four

Eighty-four



I'm tryna tell 'em 'bout a heavenly joy

I know grace is real 'cause He ain't even gave up on the boy (Ooh)

Tryna tell 'em 'bout a heavenly joy (Ooh)

I know grace is real 'cause He ain't gave up on the boy (Ooh)

'Til I'm eighty-four



Ooh-oh, I know grace is really real

He ain't even givin' up on the boy, on the boy, ooh

I'm tryin' to tell 'em 'bout the heavenly joy

I swore, He ain't ever givin' up on the boy