[Intro]
Honest, uh, look
[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
Been super critical, plus my heart growin' super cynical
People hang around actin’ like they super into you
Meanwhile, all a scheme to see what they can get from you
Prayers in these cab rides 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 that glory the comments all minuscule, uh
And my wife feeling competition with my career
But I'm feeling competition with every rapper I hear
The day I stop doing this probably my biggest fear
But 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 execs they always wan' 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?
And tell you when you actin' like a sucka, and never judge ya
That's not rhetorical, give a call to whoever that is
Say thanks for everything that they did
Life is fragile, we here for a blink, then it end
The definition of family the same for the friends
The loyalty thicker than the blood that's under your skin
Honest, uh, look
[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
Been super critical, plus my heart growin' super cynical
People hang around actin’ like they super into you
Meanwhile, all a scheme to see what they can get from you
Prayers in these cab rides 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 that glory the comments all minuscule, uh
And my wife feeling competition with my career
But I'm feeling competition with every rapper I hear
The day I stop doing this probably my biggest fear
But 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 execs they always wan' 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?
And tell you when you actin' like a sucka, and never judge ya
That's not rhetorical, give a call to whoever that is
Say thanks for everything that they did
Life is fragile, we here for a blink, then it end
The definition of family the same for the friends
The loyalty thicker than the blood that's under your skin
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