Текст песни Intro - Pres

Everybody got a dream, but how many chase it
How many people got a talent, but they were told not to embrace it
Thinking back to all the people that told me that I'd never make it
I don't got the drip, I don't fit the mold, I guess I gotta break it
They told me I gotta be this, they told me I gotta do that
They told me to lose the soul, to fold and go and make some trap
Did it for awhile, but I'm back to make the raps, save the past so face the fact
That even if you hate the tracks, I'm victorious over myself, Time to take my laps

You're the only one that can drag you down
You gotta pick your head up off the ground
Gotta find your own voice so you can make a sound
Gotta make your own choices to be proud
You're the only one that can drag you down
You're the only one, you're the only one