[Intro: Royce's son & Royce Da 5'9"]
I was also gon' ask about your fear as an individual
You know, it's plenty of people
Feel a sense of security around you and kinda lean on you
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that?
Do you ever get afraid?
Of course I do, I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes
What possibly could make you afraid?
What are you afraid of? (afraid of, afraid of)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Sometimes I'm even afraid to admit
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the weight of my problems
Haters workin' overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth
All these wanted ski masks niggas
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas
Need to know, I'm a product of a dead poet rhyming at his low
Equals Maya Angelou, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo
Lying on the padded floor, addict at it's best
Eradicated from the fabricated
Afraid of the thought of releasing music that's indicative
Of where I'm at in life, will they like? Will they hate?
The better question is if they hate it, is you down to pay the price?
I'll look you right in your eyes and say, "You motherfuckin' right"
Don't bother me with adversity
I conquered more ground than King Kong could
All I think about these days is mom good
'Cause she diabetic, my daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger problems outside
I was also gon' ask about your fear as an individual
You know, it's plenty of people
Feel a sense of security around you and kinda lean on you
You ever feel like a certain amount of pressure from that?
Do you ever get afraid?
Of course I do, I mean everybody gets afraid sometimes
What possibly could make you afraid?
What are you afraid of? (afraid of, afraid of)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I'm afraid, I'm afraid
Sometimes I'm even afraid to admit
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of the weight of my problems
Haters workin' overtime, 8 or 9 jobs worth
All these wanted ski masks niggas
Old basketball shorts under jean ass niggas
Need to know, I'm a product of a dead poet rhyming at his low
Equals Maya Angelou, my emphatic flow can rise the status quo
Lying on the padded floor, addict at it's best
Eradicated from the fabricated
Afraid of the thought of releasing music that's indicative
Of where I'm at in life, will they like? Will they hate?
The better question is if they hate it, is you down to pay the price?
I'll look you right in your eyes and say, "You motherfuckin' right"
Don't bother me with adversity
I conquered more ground than King Kong could
All I think about these days is mom good
'Cause she diabetic, my daddy just had a cancer scare
And do he still work at the post office? The answer's yeah
I'm introverted, knowing that it's not about Oz
Bigger problems outside
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