Uh, a wise man once told me

Never shake hands unless the words’ll uphold it

So I keep my left and right brain separated

If they ever come to terms then it’s over

Yeah, a made man once advised

Nobody made a living making money off of lies

So if the left tell the right that it’s fine

Then neither one’ll make it out alive

Okay, duality is where I’d like to start off on this record

A word that means a lot to me, forеver omnipresent

From thе day that I was born and not aborted, miscarriage

Came before me, flip a coin and I would serve the same sentence

2Face ain’t something that had come to me in dreams

It’s strictly how I lived, from the moment I could breathe

From grade school, to desk jobs, to rhyming over beats

Is my destiny for greatness, or just comedy relief?

And I’ve been stumbling through every second of my life

Tryna find the answer, fork is in the road, (left or right)

Every major decision, alteration to the fabric of my life

I weave it wrong, then it was all a waste of twine

So am I gonna rhyme or 9-5 is what I asked when I was young

I’d lose my mind if I resigned to either one

Rappin’s kinda fun, a career would keep me stable

And music isn’t that, my father never told a fable

If I commit to paper, do I rap about my struggles

White dude from out suburbia, my audience is nothin

Or do I stick to memes, disqualified from greatness

Take myself too serious I’d be subject to the hatred

But before that, was it go to class or write some more raps?

Michael Jordan, 4.0, or pop a lortab

Risk coming off too conceited, or be a doormat

Tryna map my life out man it looks just like a Rorschach

And I ain’t never been successful faced with a decision

Tryna choose a middle school founded fear of commitment

I was gettin bullied, lookin foolish, treated different

Cuz I learned some things I shouldn’t have and made the others listen

Wise beyond my years, traumatized, it’s all the same

But I learned way early on if I gave credence to my brain

And my mind and mouth agreed, with no filter on what I’m sayin

I’d be sent to guidance counselor and punished hundred ways

But if I kept it silent, thoughts imprisoned my mind

Then outside I’m not an outlier, but inside I’m confined

So fuck it, imma take the best of both and work and grind

And get that 9 to 5 and set up the microphone and take what’s mine

I never had to make a choice, Carolina or LA

Comic relief or keep my head straight, desk job or a tape

See I can grab em all at once, that’s the benefit of my brain

Scattered thoughts is just my dualism keepin itself at bay

Physical health or mental clarity, to me they seemed exclusive

But I wouldn’t care about either one, if I didn’t take time to lose em

So on my journey I may black each eye with bumps and bruises

Let me guide you through my story, 2 face, ain’t too confusing

I was hoping I could rap and keep it active for a minute

While working a desk job, they laughed like I’m demented

“I’ll join the rat race, and I'mma pass em at the finish”

While writing raps in class, tryna pass, “pay attention!”