I'm tired of working every $#&@ing 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 %#@! 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 mother$#&@er 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 %#@! 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