I'm tired of working every fucking day
For nothing pay
I don't know whether to run away
Or punch holes in my wall until my knuckles break
Luck is fake, at least to me
I've been dealing with this love and hate
Relationship with music, man
It makes this shit confusing 'cause
Sometimes I get aggravated with rap
Cause I feel like the game should emancipate from the trap
But that's just me and apparently people feeling it
So I'mma take this beat and make a motherfucker mil' of it
Braggadocious flow
Feel like I'm the greatest rope a dope
Hopefully I blow
Man, father, son and holy ghost
Focused and prepared on achieving this success
Only thing I'm scared of is jesus and drug tests
What up
It's 3 am and I ain't slept a wink
I've been busy planning this campaign
Trying not to want the shit I can't have
And trying to accept the things I can't change

Man, look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
Man, look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
Man, look me in my eyes and tell me what you see
Man, look me in my eyes and tell me what you see