| Always workin' and I never kick my feet up
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| 50 million views and haters try to act
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| Like they ain’t seen 'em
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| But I’m grindin' till I headline
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| And I’ma sell out areans
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| I’m not stoppin' till I meet Drake
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| And I get placed on a feature
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| How could you ball
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| If you’re always sittin' on the bleachers
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| Wake up, write, record, sleep
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| That is the procedure
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| There’s too many followers
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| And there’s not enough leaders
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| Said there’s too much followers
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| And there’s not enough leaders
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| Girls are tryna fuck me now
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| Cause they thinkin' that I’m on
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| But if my buzz diminished then
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| I know she’ll be gone
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| I be rappin' 'bout my ex
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| Now she thinkin' she the one
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| Who can heal my broken heart
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| But oh girl you’re hella wrong, yeah
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| I’m in a weird place
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| But I’m stayin' strong
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| Because the road ahead of me
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| Lookin' hella long
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| Everytime I’m in the room
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| I feel like I don’t belong
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| I was feelin' insecure
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| Right after I wrote this song
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| Cause I hate I don’t love myself
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| I hate that I want you so bad
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| I hate that I gotta be everything
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| That everybody says that I can’t
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| And if you were inside my head
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| Then you’d understand what I go through
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| Imagine everybody
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| Knowin' who you are
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| But nobody out there
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| Really knows you
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| Lately I feel like
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| The world’s tryna test me
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| Lately it feels like my ex
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| Tryna stress me
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| Why does it feel like
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| Everyone’s against me
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| Why does it feel like
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| They’re just tryna end me
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| So many reasons to smile
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| So why can’t I do it
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| They say it’s in my mind
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| Then why can’t I get through it
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| I heard that they criticise
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| So now I question music
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| And one day I feel alive
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| The next I’m feeling useless
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| I’m only human
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| If I’m so handsome
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| Why am I feeling self-conscious
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| If I know I can’t change
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| Why do I make the promise
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| If I am so popular
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| Then why am I in my apartment
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| Alone
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| If I’m so real
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| Then let me just be honest
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| Cause I hate I don’t love myself
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| I hate that I want you so bad
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| I hate that I gotta be everything
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| That everybody says that I can’t
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| And if you were inside my head
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| Then you’d understand what I go through
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| Imagine everybody
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| Knowin' who you are
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| But nobody out there
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| Really knows you |