There's just so much about life that we ain't gon' ever understand
But me, give up on life? I'll be damned!
I travel through the lands and I sacrifice my stability
My relationship, my family, the gravity
That holds me down when I'm feeling suicidal
But underground hip hop is like my f**ing bible
They tell me I'm an idol, enjoy my recitals
But you won't ever feel the pressure from doing what I do
Sitting writing lyrics thinking nothing's good enough
I try to write something inspirational but homie, growing up
That's all about I think about when I'm bumping instrumentals
My house is made of gla** but it's hard to stay gentle
My mental stability is limited. They feeling me
The crowd screams for an encore but this depression's k**ing me
My ability to speak my mind
It's a gift and a curse and it's mine, oh, mine
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So when I'm on the road I hope that you'll be thinking 'bout me
I hope that you can't even eat and you're sick without me
Cause that's how I feel when I'm with you
There's such little time and so much to do
See, the pressure from progression will surely teach you some lessons
I got questions about this profession
Should my happiness be second?
And my career first?
What should me the order?
I just don't know anymore. sh**'s so distorted
I love my fans and I love the connections
It's a blessing knowing I'm helping people cause that was not my intention
I was just wenting, I was just seventeen
Tryna lace a f**ing track up way out in the I.E
I would always be crying, writing lyrics everyday
'Bout my brothers up in juvy, and the sh** I used to slang
And how my daddy moved away, and my momma beating me
And how I just don't wanna f**ing live life so I stay
Banging on these streets and tagging my graffiti
See, five years ago, I ain't nobody wanna be me!
And now you b**hes see me and now you b**hes love me!
And now I'm eating steak, homie! f** being hungry!
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