[Intro]
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
(You no hear me yet?)
(Hear me live and direct)
(Walk with your tap)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Be still
[Verse 1]
Honest moments, some days I'm too afraid to create
'Cause I'm fearful all my greatest ideas have gone to waste
I know that if I would they would probably be good
But who got time for being good when you wanna be great
But super critical, plus my heart growin' super cynical
People hang around actin' like they super into you
Meanwhile, it's all a scheme to see what they can get from you
Prayers in this cab ride, that became a ritual, uh
I told God I wanna live for You, but
It's hard to live righteous when it costs residual cuts
And plus, for my faith, I face ridicule, but
In light of the glory the comments all minuscule, uh
My wife feeling competition with my career
I'm feeling competition with every rapper I hear
The day I stop doing this probably my biggest fear
And she the only one to be there when nobody cared
So my priorities change, who even keeping score in this game
The price of fame quite the chore to maintain
Record exec's always wanna pour you champagne
It all stop when the record sale reports ain't the same
Who really love ya? Who really love ya? Who really love ya?
Let me ask again, who really love ya enough to hug ya?
To tell you when you actin' like a sucka, who really love ya?
That's not rhetorical, give a call to whoever it is
Say thank you for everything that they did
Life is fragile, we here for a blink, and then it ends
The definition of family the same for the friends
Loyalty thicker than any blood that's under your skin, uh
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
(You no hear me yet?)
(Hear me live and direct)
(Walk with your tap)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Be still
[Verse 1]
Honest moments, some days I'm too afraid to create
'Cause I'm fearful all my greatest ideas have gone to waste
I know that if I would they would probably be good
But who got time for being good when you wanna be great
But super critical, plus my heart growin' super cynical
People hang around actin' like they super into you
Meanwhile, it's all a scheme to see what they can get from you
Prayers in this cab ride, that became a ritual, uh
I told God I wanna live for You, but
It's hard to live righteous when it costs residual cuts
And plus, for my faith, I face ridicule, but
In light of the glory the comments all minuscule, uh
My wife feeling competition with my career
I'm feeling competition with every rapper I hear
The day I stop doing this probably my biggest fear
And she the only one to be there when nobody cared
So my priorities change, who even keeping score in this game
The price of fame quite the chore to maintain
Record exec's always wanna pour you champagne
It all stop when the record sale reports ain't the same
Who really love ya? Who really love ya? Who really love ya?
Let me ask again, who really love ya enough to hug ya?
To tell you when you actin' like a sucka, who really love ya?
That's not rhetorical, give a call to whoever it is
Say thank you for everything that they did
Life is fragile, we here for a blink, and then it ends
The definition of family the same for the friends
Loyalty thicker than any blood that's under your skin, uh
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