[Chorus]

I thought I was prone to settle

But I've never stayed on one level

I've never been holdin the metal

But I've always been known to meddle

[Verse]

Too much to say but not enough time to talk through it

2 more years on the wave man, it's all fluid

Tryna dedicate my life to being altruistic

The salt that gets this kid through hard musings

Some of them staying in Hov lane like carpoolers

Others'll pave they own lane like I'm doing

Colourful vapours the behaviour in hеrds

So you smoke til you/‘u’ gone like amеrican words, sure

I'm not about to be politickin again

Poverty ain't mine, it made it more probable for a win

Policy is I must distribute the spoils I begin

I harness the gift of my mind and charge it into the pen

No diss tracks and no distractions, mind on tacit

Noticed that this more than rap, it's some culture clashing

I ain't from the A so I gotta stay where I'm at quick, look at that kid

[Chorus]

I thought I was prone to settle

But I've never stayed on one level

I've never been holdin the metal

But I've always been-always been (meddle)

[Part II]

[Bridge]

I thought I was one to settle

But I've never stayed on one level

I wasn't built for an easy life

[Verse 1]

Do I give in, take the ease and succumb to the force of habits

Taste of extremes or reflection of a normal life that's vapid

Should I take that energy and convey it into my practice

Or I should bash your head in with the butt of the knife you stabbed my back with

Work round the calendar til talent gets out of date

They've never seen someone who can grow confidence out of hate

Watching your every move, waiting for you to feel out of place

When you learn to/the drive? Like if Arthur told buddy "get out the way"

Saying to you "buster/Bust A Move" "hear The Message" "these are The Breaks"

Now I know why I'm called, to evolve from all the greats

Member they watched me blow up as a kid saying I don't feel my age

Then I watch me grow up and barely didn't see any change

I know a kid who wanted a life with lack of effort to function

Went down a path which he determined lessened necessary suffering

Then he discovered work ethic in the midst of his plan

It was that "lazy fake job" that turned him into a man

[Verse 2]

Tryna have a storybook ending but won't pick up a novel

Tryna push the needle but won't put the syringe in the bottle

Tryna turn the page meanwhile writing my lyrics in a notes app

Tryna walk it off but the pain is your spirit needing prozac

Self improvement made expectations of others increase

How many people in the past felt that exact way with me?

Type of stress baby mommas get when the fatherhood leaves

Type of sess make you wanna have never bothered with trees

Type of mess, when it spill, with a million mops you couldn't clean

Life's a debt, may convince your descendants' wallets to bleed

Why respect? What else you expect when you got no re-up

Empty, I see the light of the matter: spectrometry

Come with me, take swim in the treacherous waters beneath

I would bet, if you could see from my side, those thoughts would cease

[Verse 3]

Type of blessed, sometimes the guilt make it hard to believe

But it's never been about the cards you're dealt and the doubt it breeds

You saw me on my hands and knees, what's your route like now?

Who you with? These are questions I'll never ask myself

Blessings are felt when you don't hold yourself to insane heights

We pay the price when we selfish, make sacrifices

Fall back to the same vices, stab backs with the same niceness

I guess we never grow up, you just act like you ain't childish

It’s never been

[Outro]

Yeah, Dad

Okay