Sometimes I feel

Who the hell are you to say that I’m aight

Your problems all over your face, anxiety you try to hide

I’m struggling with my mind everyday, endless sword fights inside

Doubtful thoughts combatting the great ideas, I can’t pick a side

Let them decide, I’ll live a life of kicking boxes, lifting items, I could I give a fuck about while listening to all my idols, packing trucks in warehouses bring money, and trust me that shit vital, but acting up on stages like Michael is what I took liking to

Fighting through the algorithm it ain't fuckin with him, bout as reliable

As I blind pilot’s attempt at flying you, I could do this shit since high school

I’m deadly like type 2, I’m ain't the type you should type or lift your left or your right to

I write it down, perform it loud, always feel like the right move, a loop fr I admire the cycle

The booth reveals that the rules appeal to the real, deal sealers, the real killers, only time we sinning, committing chaos is with the pen that’s on me

But I feel like I’m the only one

That nigga in the mirror tryna hold me up, he owe me one

Whole the fuck told you that your story done

I just checked with God he told me that how just begun

3,2,1, camera, action, lights bright as the sun

He was willing to do the shit that nobody wanted

And now all these people want to show me love, show me love

They used to call me (crazy) when I’d walk around with dictionary, playing with fiction, very often, carried on with embarrassing sense of fashion I had, but I married Hop, of the Hip

After that I was barely awkward, rap got my confidence fixed, like I had fairly odd parent to grant me my every wish

I’m fetty wap when I go to sleep, niggas won’t get none over me

Cuddled with poetry and I might have ya hoe with me

Go with me down the long roads, across the oceans it’s more for us to see, fr If I fuck with you then you stuck with me, bonds built from nothing a tree, from something as small as mustard seed

I really planned this much for me, hard work done granted luxury

Limousine, pulling to me

Cuisine to the upper suite

Twin beds in that shit because my bitch said she need another me

I got the sad face when I told her there was no duplicate

Stuck to rap like some MagSafe, vast variety of moods, I get in

Hip hop my bitch

I swear she get when I pop my shit

I be beating the beat up, no condom equipped

Stacking Ben’s and Washington’s, these ain’t Monopoly cents

I ain’t tryna copy these kids

I ain’t tryna follow the trends

I just want to live a life with hip hop on the top of the hills

But is that too much to ask for?