(Verse 1)
Ever since I started I made the raps prolific
Like how could I fail when I’m my biggest critic?
To be more specific,
I got lost in metaphysics and the lack of specifics
I mastered my aesthetics
So no disrespect Mac, but I disagree
Them abstract raps that I made for free
They might just get me paid, at the very least laid
I spent money making songs asking to be saved
I spent all my nights playing all these great records
Wondering how to write something like these great records
They say a village makes hip-hop, I haven’t found my home
I’ve been on the road, that seemed paved in gold
In the search of my soul
But what am I to do when there’s nowhere left to go?
The only closure found is when the lights go
There’ll be no one left to know
The greatest songs I made, they were products of my lows

(Hook)
They told me that the dream I was sold
Was a part of the lies that I chose
And this shit goes fast when the present is the past, I do my best to take this shit slow
And the wealth is a part of the goal
Hand of God, why would I ever fold?
So the only thing that I could ever need, is everything that I’ve been owed

(Verse 2)
I’ve been rapping for a minute
And my fear isn’t failure, I just fear how I’ll react to it
I’ve seen my idols fall off the pedestal
Like how’d they get repetitive? They used to be ahead of you
Who am I to judge? I don’t have that kind of revenue
Sometimes it pays to change when they telling you the credits due
What’s a stream worth when it’s Tidal making waves?
Like you could have love but instead you chose fame
And you never got fame so instead you chose pain
So much time on an intro, nothing was the same
Just a slave to the process, the progress, the concepts
The fact that this shit will never make Complex
But somehow, we still find, the time for the nonsense
There I go complaining like the same shit I hate
Like how can I speak on the game and it’s state,
When my own fucking name doesn’t carry any weight?

(Hook)
Yeah they told me the dream I was sold
Was a part of the lies that I chose
And this shit goes fast when the present is the past I just do my best to take this shit slow
And the wealth is a part of the goal
Hand of God, why would I ever fold?
So the only thing that I could ever need, is everything that I’ve been owed

(Verse 3)
Saying I should change, like the rap is monotone
But I paint how I paint, man my art is monochrome
And when will you accept that I’m not what you suppose?
But far fucking different with the flow
I’m gonna make what I wanna hear in this motherfucker
Why be another rapper, I could change this motherfucker
Success to me is you thinking this is what rap should be
Being underground is impact outside the industry
We are who we say we are, beginnings of a legacy
At some point I’ll accept that this is who I wanna be.