[Verse 1]

I took a path with my eyes closed

How many times have I almost died, man? Only God knows

I'm gettin' close to reachin' my goals

Best believe that ain't nothin' done until I meet my idols

Already killed most of my rivals

Because they tried to diss me and they couldn't write without a typo

Nobody needs to know where I go

It's just me, 3R, and XxXayne, and we in the stu' like some psychos

I'm workin' overtime, I see my name in the future and it's overlined

I went through trials and tribulations, they know me now

I exceeded expectations, they can't hold me now

I'm at work, she on that timin', wanna show me now

I got ignored when I asked all my peers to show me how

So now I feel like on my own I work better

Cleanin' up my schedule, I'm just tryna make Momma proud

[Chorus]

Too much pressure is in my head, I need to go

Too much stress put on my shoulders, I know

Too much people countin' on me to be the best

But it's hard to stay consistent when you get no rest

And it's hard to keep a smile when you livin' like this

I need a spot where I can do some hidin'

Call my girl so we can do a little vibin'

I stay out the way, 'cause as you know it's been a while

[Verse 2]

I never lost it, at what cost though?

Felt like I done lost a lot, got no one to call

So I'm just gonna keep rappin' until I'm a fossil

I want them to remember me as a black Picasso

I made moves to get here, I done walked on mad snow

It's still cold as a brick, five hours from Glasgow

I just keep on writin' hits, need another glass though

They keep on throwin' me money, I don't go to mass though (Yeah)

[Intrumental Break]

[Verse 3]

I would've cried if I had the eyes for it

The problem is you were passed around like a passport

It ain't a personal issue because the mass know it

I got screwed over so I'm just a mad poet

After all the stories, after the after-party

And the drugs that were imported

My vision of you's distorted

After the late nights, you said that we date, right?

We went on two dates, right? You livin' a fake—

Steppin' on landmines, steppin' on other rappers to show you

Don't take time, it don't take time for glory (No)

I tap in my pocket and empty your pockets

It's crazy 'cause I know how to rap, and she droppin' her stockings (No)

I made an album with no misses (No)

Wrote it with no missus, ended up with three

I wanna see how it ends up for me

She still drove thirty hours to me