| Yeah, pocket full of boarding passes
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| Huh, I don’t know what city I was in last
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| But I’m out here trying to make an impact
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| Same time keep myself intact
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| Say, take it, take it easy A like it’s gym class
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| Tell me how I could? |
| there’s slaves in world
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| Before I die I’m trying to see us end that
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| So I move fast, Ramadan
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| Ugh, most fast, autobahn
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| Who cares if I ever get a grammy nom
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| If my soul takes L’s, phenomenon
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| Still can’t believe I get paid for this
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| As a kid all I did was pray for this
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| Now I’m living out my dream, craziest
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| Got me really feeling like I was made for this!
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| At the same time never knew how dangerous
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| It could be when lives start getting changed to this
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| When somebody say you they favorite
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| Guess it carry some weight to it
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| You know, cuz ugh
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| That’s power and that’s influence, the temptation is
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| To use it for myself and serve somebody else
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| I’m sitting here buggin just rememberin
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| What them rappers showed me, ugh
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| How to bag a honey, stack the money
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| They said I was mac by the number of shorties that I could smash
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| Now I’m waiting on that matrimony
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| Cuz, I’ve been changed up, lil homie came up
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| It’s depressing, kicking with dudes I used to look up to
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| They still on that same stuff
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| I ain’t have no role models, now I gotta be one
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| I bought the lie hiphop sold me, man I want a refund.
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| I feel like it’s the real me
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| Feel me?
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| Yeah, I been changed
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| But I’m still me
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| What I am now
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| Not what I will be
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| I’m trying to give life
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| But this could be the death of me
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| Oh
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| The death of me
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| This could be the death of me
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| Oh
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| (just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me)
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah
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| The death of me
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| This could be the death of me
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| (just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me)
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| Yeah-yeah-yeah
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| Look, mama feel like she losing me
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| To this lifestyle that’s consuming me
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| I travel every weekend
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| Even when I’m weak, man
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| You know what that to do to me
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| Huh?
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| Back pain, back pain
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| Sleeping on planes and feeling like Bruce Wayne
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| Blackout all night on that stage
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| Man, I need a batcave just to get away
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| Uhh
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| Jesus retreated to speak with his Father
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| I know that I need it
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| My career been growing
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| But tell me where I’m going if my time with God is depleted
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| (Nowhere)
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| God, I’m sorry, I mean it
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| All I want to do is walk with you but
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| My priorities wrong, I talk about you more than I talk with you
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| Uhh
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| One of my mentors taught me
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| Whenever things get foggy
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| If you wanna grow in God
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| It’s not complicated
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| It just costy
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| Gotta spend that time, currency
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| Uhh, overtime gets to learn to be
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| Uhh, strong enough to admit I’m weak
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| To meet with God I’ll need his needs
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| Yeah, 2014 bout' to be different
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| I think my favorite word will be no
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| Opportunities come and they go, but
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| None of them is worth my soul
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| That’s somethin' that you can’t afford, and
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| Got me thinking what’s most important
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| Uhh, I get kicks watching grown men in line for some Jordans
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| Nowadays, time is fortune, but chasing fortune is all consuming
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| I feel like God is calling dudes
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| They just wanna play Call of Duty
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| This that Peter Pan
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| At the dinner table out in Never Land
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| Eating, can’t nobody see it but me and my boys
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| That’s the way I wanna keep it
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| Huh
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| Aye, I lost a couple friends to this new season
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| Jealousy and hate for a few reasons
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| Used to be down, now whassup?
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| Guess everybody around when the fun’s up
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| Yeah
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| Got me feeling like Céli Dé
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| Women wanna holla, I just tell em' that I’m taken
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| Even if I wasn’t I’d be slow for the taking
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| I don’t if they love me or the money I’m making
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| (I don’t know!)
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| Ain’t no way to really tell
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| Where somebody heart truly at
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| Bad girls coming at me looking good
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| Showing off they body, that’s a booby trap
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| Been low, but I never let my guard down
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| Huh?
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| Buddy, I ain’t crazy
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| You ain’t bout' to catch me slipping
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| Put a million dollar baby!
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| (No sir!)
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| Me and Dre trying to eat good
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| Cutting out the nonsense
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| On the road trying to give life
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| Huh?
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| But, I might lose mine in the process
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| I ain’t have no role models, now I gotta be one
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| I bought the lie hip-hop sold me, man I want a refund.
|
| I feel like it’s the real me
|
| Feel me?
|
| Yeah, I been changed
|
| But I’m still me
|
| What I am now
|
| Not what I will be
|
| I’m trying to give life
|
| But this could be the death of me
|
| Oh
|
| The death of me
|
| This could be the death of me
|
| Oh
|
| (just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me)
|
| Yeah-yeah-yeah
|
| The death of me
|
| This could be the death of me
|
| (just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me)
|
| Yeah-yeah-yeah |