| Yeah, we out
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| Yeah, 1−2, 1−2, 1 2
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| Yeah (Hold up!)
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| Mama hittin' my phone, wonderin' how I been
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| Been about a week, I’m on another plane again
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| Tryna' figure out this life, it’s all trial and error
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| Been to hell and back, I seen a couple different eras
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| I got my guard up, lookin to God
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| I know he got us
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| Only reason these niggas hate us cause they not us
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| Got a goddess in New York
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| Ironically she in Queens
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| And I’m a King wit' a big heart
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| Sometimes I wear it on my sleeve
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| I probably got some issues, regarding my trust
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| I couldn’t trust the hoe
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| I rather leave right after I bust
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| And when these labels would ignore me
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| I just had to adjust
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| And told myself that I’mma make it eventually
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| It’s no rush, now
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| Look at me look at me
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| On the track to make history
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| Niggas could never get to me
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| Some say that I’m a mystery, yes
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| But are you listening?
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| Some say I’m underrated, I appreciate it
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| It let’s me know the musics' relatin', ah
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| I ain’t nobody special
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| Really I just wanna continue to be a vessel, uh
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| And revel in His glory
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| But the devils' in the story
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| So it’s difficult
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| And sometime it may come off hypocritical
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| Niggas is human
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| Fame is just an illusion that could
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| Leave you in ruins
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| It’s dark and a storm is brewin'
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| I wonder if I’m ready for this life that’s to come
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| As long as I got my team and we actin' as one
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| It’s gon' be good
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| I, feel so alive
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| Every good day
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| It’s me, myself, and I
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| Can’t never stop us and put an end to this progress
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| It’s all apart of the process
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| Just wait, I promise I got this
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| I do this for the homies that tryna' get out the projects
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| And 'til that day arrives you will never see my silence
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| I follow my heart, it’s never led me wrong
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| Even when I went through pain
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| I seem to always come out strong
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| My brother used to rap, I think he saw it early on
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| The potential that I had when I was writin' all those songs
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| And now we here
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| Never used to be cool
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| Far from the dude that had all the girls in the school
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| And lookin' back I know that it hurt me, I know it’s true
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| But it’s impossible to rewrite history
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| What can you do?
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| Look, who would thought that I’d be talkin' to you?
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| And you’d be talkin' to me
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| Bout how my music pulled you through
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| And up until this point, that’s what I said that I want
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| Said when it’s all said and done, I wanna be number one
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| But it’s different when it’s real, homies askin' how it feels
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| When I really sit and think about it, it just gives me chills
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| You dream all your life until you finally wake up
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| And them labels come knockin', now they gotta' pay up
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| And the nightmares don’t occur like they used to
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| When you was 23
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| When Alena walked out your life
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| And all you could do was sleep
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| And then you realize that you gotta' open your eyes
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| Cause whatever you’re searchin' for
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| Is probably rooted deep inside
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| And that’s real
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| I, feel so alive
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| Every good day
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| It’s me, myself, and I |