[Verse 1]

It’s getting harder to trust them

That’s why I keep my condom right near my Art of Seduction

But I’m a lover

So it’s never a problem to give my heart to a woman and simply ask for nothing

Forgetting the repercussions

When I was younger, I had my ribs thawed, torn apart, and placed in an oven

I’m not a killer, but I’m not a virgin either

So I’ll never point a finger at a person fighting demons

Reason why I stopped believing that this music was my healing

Or calling was cuz all I saw was poison being sweetened

Made me nocuous, but it also made me conscious

Of my words and how they blossom

To affect the world I walk in

Heard wealth is in the heart and the mind

Feeling rich while I'm jotting these rhymes

And when I'm plotting on dimes

Digging deep, not a moment goes by

Without me thinking to myself will silver bullets collide?

Kill a monster in stride

I have wings, had dreams

Was just scared to fly

Least I admit

Caught in the scene of living somebody vision

Always near a script where everybody is sipping

Chanting these songs that’s calling our women bitches

Bragging about a plug, shooting slugs, and moving chickens

In my room bumping Sevenstar

Super hero at the top of building hoping his city never falls

Under destruction of people in it for something

I can’t put my heart or my mind into the subject

Back in the streets they bump that Rick Ross

Super villain at the top of the building watching before

His city falls

Shit

Like burn, baby burn

But it’s bitter sweet since Bron came here to get his first

Hope Mayday won’t be the last waltz

I know some animals that want to eat

Before the curtain call

Shit

I should quit before it hurts

But I know the pain that comes with regret will be the worst

Of

Who I’m letting down, and who’s counting on me

Should have believed in myself and never doubted on me

Shit

My fans got me feeling miserable if I stop now

Who the kids gon’ listen to?

At the Wood, landed fans flashing cameras

Two feet away from Ye I feel embarrassed

Cuz my city don’t know me as a lyricist

Trying to fight the feeling but fate won’t let me pick

My destiny, just let it be

Can’t wait to give my mother those tickets that’s overseas

Sick to my stomach, that I’m not up on a list

Getting older, in the midst of a genre I don’t fit

Pray to God I find within, I know exactly who I am

They want me to be a Lecrae, I just want to be me

Shit I never had a baby sitter…

Played video games with nerds

Then snuck out with drug dealers

But known for a humble approach

Type of poet black out and even speak for his foes