Uh

I don't have imposter syndrome

Been making beats since the Linn Drum

So tell me why am I defending

Our venom

We been baking up the dopest music

Breaking up

And then back to doing

What we do and too sick for this culture's muses

Reduces everything to shoe's and crews and jewels and hooters

That's what they do to soothe the savage beast

Of peeps with DNA that's encoded with trauma from the enslaved

We been making straight A's

While they out to degrade

Let me be h- h- honest of where I am

It seems that I've been scraping from the bottom of the can

My dream was self esteem in Goddess and band

And when I think about that way, man

Have I arrived

Have I arrived

There's so many friends that did not survive

From a certain lens

I have more than thrived

Yet, when I look in my soul

I got goal dysmorphia

Go Go

Uh Huh its your birthday

Go squad go squad

I tried to take it to a therapist

Not trying to be arrogant

But two hundred and fifty dollars for an hour of talk is ludicrous

We just getting into it

Not scratching the surface

Of things that's hurting

I'm certain that the things you are blurting

Just worsens

Everything that I'm thinking

I can do bad by myself

One hour one way for help

An hour for show and tell

And an hour and half back

Three hours and half I lacked

Sitting in traffic

Bored and mad

Maybe I could get on the beat machine

Make some music and grooves

That make me a human being

Then I can't wait for another tour

To be on the scene

Maybe I don't have to be lost to be wandering

Let's go

Go Go

Uh huh its your birthday

Go squad Go squad

Let me be h- h- honest of where I am

It seems that I've been scraping from the bottom of the can

My dream was self esteem in Goddess and band

And when I think about that way, man

Have I arrived

Have I arrived

There's so many friends that did not survive

From a certain lens

I have more than thrived

Yet, when I look in my soul

I got goal dysmorphia

Go Go

Uh huh its your birthday

Go squad go Squad

So to combat dysmorphia

I bought a silver Porsche

Red interior, drop top

Automatic when it got hot

Me and wifey would stop

And shop

At the thrift spots

Get a lot

Hop back on Eighty-five

Then pop back to the ranch house

Open the lock box

Left over moneys saved for renovations

Picture frames for accolades and affirmations

And a lit pedestal

For where the Grammys go

Constant reminders of who I am and where I've gone

God did not disappoint or forget

His promises are divine and opulent

No op can oppose

That which HE gives

So I live

In a better place than where I did

Still on the journey

For wisdom and more discerning

Goal dysmorphia is going through a metamorphosis

I'm adoring this