[Intro] Yeah, uh-huh, no funny This is real, real, real, real shit right here, man Yeah, now check it
[Verse 1] Fuck this industry I'm currently a part of, everybody is fake Ulterior motives, they'll lie in your face I seen friends turn to enemies, become distant memories Everybody's janky, they just not who they pretend to be (Nah) I'm tryna find my way out this production deal Stupid me, young and dumb, I thought the love was real Man, I don't even go outside without touchin' steel One bad decision and I can get my muffin peeled I know a couple niggas probably had they glasses filled I'm sorry, I don't make music for the mass appeal New crib got six baths, no Jack and Jill But fuck the braggatory raps, boy, this shit get real Never mind, I could tell you some shit with clever rhymes But this year I thought of killin' myself like seven times And that ain't normal, and fuck all that keepin' shit formal It felt like yesterday, when we was eatin' [?] And mama ain't have no internet to watch porno So I ain't have shit to do, but write inside my journal And that's why you can feel this pain I'm feelin' I'm still renegotiatin' shit with James McMillan Negotiations ain't gettin' no further I'm a boss nigga, never a worker, not a soft nigga, just an observer Fuck the industry and fuck all my enemies It's crazy, but we asked for all this shit, nigga, didn't we? (Yeah) I wouldn't change a damn thing, except for all the snake shit (Uh) Except for all the contracts, except for all the fake shit (For real) Except for all the people I showed genuine love to Just spat in my face, know that I still love you (Haha) Nah, fuck 'em, I am not that evolved But if you ever got a problem, we can lock in a call They say I'm at the Benz dealership, nigga, how you shop at the mall? But still none of my problems is solved
[Interlude 1] Ah, yeah Man, yesterday, I was just textin' Nas He hit me up, you know what I'm sayin'? He fucked with my Leakers freestyle, man, just shit like that That's still like—, it just keep me goin' 'Til I had them
[Verse 2] It seem like it's good people bad things always happen to When life get hard, it almost feel like God mad at you The trust that I had in my heart, people shattered you My goddamn drummer was a rat and I ain't have a clue I just want my girl to wake up without an attitude (For real) I just wish them niggas around me would show gratitude The love I've shown is never reciprocated (Never) I'm 'posed to be filled with joy, 'cause niggas made it I thought the nigga Ralph was real, but he wrote a statement And every time I get on the Gram, I'm in the matrix And it's crazy how I call Dave Chappelle, on some homie shit Especially when I realize that he don't owe me shit I lost my first granny, same day we lost Kobe, shit Glad I got to meet him at the U.S. Open, shit We had a dope convo, though I'm never disclosin' it It's certain key moments when I die that I'm goin' with
[Interlude 2] Yeah, did you get that first part? You know, some things are best left unsaid, you know Not everythin'—, it's like, I try my best to be transparent But also, I'ma find some cooler shit to say, haha Ayy, check it, now, listen
[Verse 3] Why does my compassion get treated as weakness? Niggas showin' they true colors, that's as a reset All alone in this mansion, know I'm prone to expansion (For real) My profound use of language, I hold this advantage Medicore-ass albums, they callin' 'em classics (What?) Give it time, foolish statements are always retracted Force-fed algorithms that fall in the masses Advertisements are planted, based on the demographics Uh, ten-thousand cash in my denim jacket Often reminisce for times when we didn't have it But who am I to dwell? My job is to excel A hundred bands I put on Microsoft, I'm doin' well Investment returns, live more lessons and learn I sent a long text message if the catch a concern Although never replied, 'least it's better than lies Niggas crave this fame shit, whether dead or alive
[Outro] Huh, y'all can have this shit, man, you hear me? Let me keep the bread though But like, all this other like, fame, extracurricular shit, man Fuck 'em, I don't fuck with none of these industry-fame niggas I don't fuck with none of these bitches Man, I fuck with my tribe and my tribe only And that's it, everybody else eat a dick, Hi Level shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
