[Intro] What's up y'all Whenever I go on Twitter, or Instagram or whatever I always see all these posts about life goals and family goals and sh**, you feel me It always makes me really upset Because I realize I ain't thought of mine yet [Verse 1] Holy sh** I never thought I'd be into this rapping sh** People wanna hear sh** that's lyrical They don't wanna hear anymore trapping sh** How am I supposed to be original When new ideas in radio so minimal How am I supposed to get recognized When the chances of being discovered unpredictable Kinda hard to put music out digital 100,000 people do mixtapes like me Even if I try sell sh** physical Ain't no guarantee that they gonna like me f**ing struggling I think my brain malfunctioning Every time I lay down bars I always end up stumbling I'm stressed Santie make it look easy His name come up every time I try to promote an EP Thug n***a on a trap beat, but so shy when you see me I smile every day cause they don't care if you cry deeply I'm scared man I need a master plan, wanna be living on my own by 18 I need to get a job in a couple months, studio mics don't come easily I don't wanna be irrelevant like DVDs I don't wanna always be eating Mickey D's I wanna eat poutine in my master suite It could be so f**ing sweet [Hook] It could be so f**ing sweet It could be so f**ing sweet With all my hopes and dreams [Interlude] I always wanted to be famous I always wanted people to like me, to notice me So I guess the only way to stand out from the crowd Is to go extra f**ing hard [Verse 2] Look, it's DBS rocking VVS I am on a quest to truly be the best I will murder n***as blocking ever step Until theres no more f**ing competition left Solomon Graves said You'll see his name in the Hollywood pavement Hunnid bands for the weekly payment Fame is sweet I just hope I can taste it And embrace it Gotta face it, gotta show 'em I'm better than basic No more imitation, no more tracing Time to use a blue shell in the race fam, taking over I flow so hard like a boulder Only gonna get better when I get older Put Albuquerque on my shoulders Die hard just like a veteran soldier Goldie told me go hard, told him I'ma flow like concrete They're just trying to block my shine, but I just simply can't be beat You saw what happened to Trill p**y, buried this n***a six feet deep Came in the game as rookie but went under some adaptation like Meryl Streep I just wanna say f** you to the n***as who never gave me time of day I just wanna say f** you to the stans, never understand what I try to say I just want a couple hundred G's, I just want to win a Grammy I just want to be on TV, it could be so f**ing sweet [Hook] [Outro] But hey, none of it matters anyway Even if I blow up we all gonna die someday It's sad, but it's true f** it, I'm off this