| Will they sing about me when I’m gone?
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| Will they judge me for the shit that I was doin' wrong?
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| Can I put my heart inside of every single song?
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| Will I pop a couple pills cause I wasn’t strong?
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| Will I give all of my money to the family?
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| Will I see 'em in the front when I win a grammy?
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| Maybe I just figure that’ll compensate
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| Want the world and I didn’t even graduate (damn)
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| Insufficient funds, so I never spend it
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| All the times that I was typin', but I didn’t send it
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| She really took a likin' to my older self
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| I was hidin' like a shadow, never show myself
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| Didn’t know if I was makin' all this music for the money
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| Now I fuckin' need it, that question soundin' funny
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| I’m tryna stay single cause I feel like no-one love me
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| I feel I’m slowly sinkin', and nobody’s ever coming
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| I’m tryna make a difference, I’m tryna face the demons
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| I’m tryna see that everything is goin' for a reason
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| Maybe I should read a book, try to rediscover
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| This shit ain’t how it looks, and I’m searchin' for the others
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| Well, you know there are remarkable people |
| Who come into the world from time to time
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| And there are people who do find out over decades long periods
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| What they could be like if they were who they were
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| Will they sing about me when I’m gone?
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| Will they judge me for the shit that I was doin' wrong?
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| Can I put my heart inside of every single song?
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| Will I pop a couple pills cause I wasn’t strong?
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| Will I give all of my money to the family?
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| Will I see 'em in the front when I win a grammy?
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| Maybe I just figure that’ll compensate
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| Want the world and I didn’t even graduate (damn)
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| When I look at what surround me, seein' somethin' mystic
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| Goin' through the funk of life, like I shoulda missed it
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| When I make 100 grand, they gon' say it’s luck
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| But I’m workin' for the fans til I see the sun
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| Had a lot of rainy days, how did I survive
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| I’m just tryna turn the page on that part of life
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| Was believin' in myself when I really wasn’t
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| Now I had a stranger say that I’m the up-and-coming
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| Take it back to my first rhyme, reminiscin'
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| Writin' with the pen on my first line, now we gettin' |
| Plays around the world, it’s my time, never let it
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| Slow me down, feel like I’m on a climb forever now
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| So if your life isn’t everything it could be, you could ask yourself
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| Well, what would happen if you stopped wasting the opportunities
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| That are in front of you?
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| You’d be, who knows how much more efficient
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| Will they sing about me when I’m gone?
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| Will they judge me for the shit that I was doin' wrong?
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| Can I put my heart inside of every single song?
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| Will I pop a couple pills cause I wasn’t strong?
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| Will I give all of my money to the family?
|
| Will I see 'em in the front when I win a grammy?
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| Maybe I just figure that’ll compensate
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| Want the world and I didn’t even graduate (damn)
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| I’m workin' from the mud, was hurtin' from the love
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| Now that bitch is jealous, cause I’m comin' for the funds
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| Pussy or the commas, it’s really fuckin' simple
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| I’m tryna make a wave, so I started with a ripple
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| Feel like I’m the voice of all the outcasts
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| All the people who assumin' they will never last
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| I was feelin' just the same, then reality check |
| So I got my shit together, now I’m bound to be sick
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| I’m bound to make a mil, let me show my mama
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| That her dropout son becomin' what he wanna
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| Used to feel like I’m a failure, now I got the game in check
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| I’ma do this independent, never cut me a percent, let’s go |