[Verse 1] What's it like for a trapper with a silent T That's got people waiting for more besides the scene? Gift and a curse, that's how life can be Half a brick to the left but what's right for me? Career's building and these prices ain't gettin' no better Still, I know better, boy ain't doin' what's best I just let it blem, put it all in a press Then it's interviews or press, they wanna know what's the latest But truth is, I ain't made no music in ages Sorry fans, I been hands on I know you're thinking "Why don't you put your mans on?" I've done tried, and he ain't got the drive So how you gonna balance? Told them "I'll be alright" but I lied Rap and trap, there's a thin line One hit away to be a number one star Or one brick away to be a number on a card
[Verse 2] What's it like when you're out here, all your niggas on the Wock? So much calls a day, most days, I wish that it could stop 'Cause I don't know what to tell 'em when they call "How you been?" I just tell 'em that I'm cool Pree the jewels, now they're thinkin' that I'm clear Well little do they know, I'm nowhere near Didn't send a cheque, now I'm fake and I'm not real When deep down, they know that I ate and I've got bills And when they read the verdict out, I swear, it gave me chills Been in that position so I know just how it feels Chase that bag so I can bless 'em when they land And if you don't live it, you won't ever understand Carry on that journey cah the ending should be better And he got no release date, they hit him with that letter And she ain't got no daddy for a while 'Cause they handled him in trial Same clothes, he ain't got shit handed in a while
[Verse 3] What's it like for a star that's content with one chick? And even though shorty wanna tell me dumb shit "You're a rapper and you're gonna fuck the groupies And all you're gonna do is try and use me" She don't know she blew it for herself Told her that she's insecure and she needs to get some help She's on the 'Gram tryna get me jealous all week She don't know I don't even care and I ain't seen Busy in my bag, I ain't watchin' what I had I'm just watching what's next Hit my runner, he just told me what's left But the moral is just focus on the sum Stay lit and these bitches gonna come, facts I know them ex bitches probably run back But I don't take back steps, I just look straight My new fivehead's screwed and she looks great
[Verse 4] What's it like losing little cuz? Man, I feel like givin' up Everybody phoning me and I don't feel like pickin' up Worst ever time in my whole entire life Future so bright, think about you every night Hard to believe everything gon' be alright Stuck, no emotion, I can't even cry But God knows best, pray you watchin' from the sky Can't believe I wrote these lines, man, I wish it was a lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
