Lyrics Letter to My Mentors - HIT BOY

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit boy, young and driven, old college in the plan
19, packed my dreams, pushed to ATL, man
Polo the Don was the biggest, he was teaching me the ropes
Two-bedroom type space where we dared to host
Grinding with Chase and Cash in that southern heat
Learning from the giants, ambition on repeat
Studio sessions with legends, shaping my sound
Crafting bangers in the furnace, trying to bring down the house

Living in the lab, we was cooking all night
Where brilliance meets hustle, where stars ignite
No degree but the degree of fire I gained
From hustling in the A off Northside Drive, that's where we stayed
Hit the ground running, every day was like my first
Watching super pros work, my soul immersed in
From the homie Polo wisdom to the writer sharp as pens
I was molded by the masters, we grew from boys to men

I gotta reflect, show gratitude (gratitude)
This monumental journey, built my attribute (my attribute)
Ain't none of us live forever, we just passin' through (the facts)
It ain't about the diamonds, homie, really that's the truth

Yeah, yeah, lotta niggas don't do it
From the jump, me and Ye was on a Gemini flow
Two minds, one path, where creativity grows
We could've made another "Niggas in Paris," that shit was heat
Stars had other plans, pulled us off beat
Could've been a decade of classics, another click or two
Therapy levels, shaping culture, breaking through
But in the midst of it all, I found myself refined

And as the bond shifted, I discovered what's mine
I took the lessons learned from the Good Music glow
He shared his genius, said that made me insecure for sure
Strained paths, but it pushed me to my creative throne
On the beats and the rhymes, bro, I've truly grown
I had to crack the whip, no Indiana Jones
I'm in a timeless zone, from A right to wrong
And while the past stays a chapter, the future's me
I'm building dreams from the knowledge that he helped me see

I gotta reflect, show gratitude (gratitude)
This monumental journey, built my attribute (my attribute)
Ain't none of us live forever, we just passin' through (the facts)
It ain't about the diamonds, homie, really that's the truth

Show gratitude
Sometimes you gotta show gratitude
It's just a few things that really, like
Embrace me like two young men help me out

Grateful's an understatement for the journey we been
Six hours deep with Nas, where legends begin
Crafted 80 tracks, each a lyrical gem
Caught a Grammy off the vibe, finally real niggas win
A studio session was like a masterclass
Learned from my icon, turning moments to brass
In the booth, S. Gold, dropping knowledge like gold
Ayy, rhyme or story, A.B. went bold

Built a legacy for real, homie, brick by brick
From his classic flows to my beats, they just click
Appreciate the wisdom, the hustle, the art
Crafted with broski, it was straight from the heart
In three years, made the soundtrack of dreams
I'm proud of the bond, every melody that beams
Voice of the streets, paired with the sound of keys
Honored to be part of this journey, legit like KD3

So here's to the mentors, who opened up the door
From humble beginnings, like way before any awards (real, real, real, real)
A nod to the past, where the grind was raw
I mean, had to show my respects, that's the easiest call