Can’t Win For Losing Little Brother

[Produced by !llmind]

[Intro: Phonte]
Woo!
Uhh, Illmind
Aiyyo man
I don't know what the fuck they thought this was gon' be y'knahmsayin but
It's like, it's like y'knahmsayin
When you be sittin back listenin to shit like this, y'know you start takin inventory
Like I know niggas is boppin and shit I know niggas is feelin it but like yo
This is what I been through in the past year
This is where I'm at with my shit now
Yo listen

[Verse 1: Phonte]
I used to do it for the fans
'Til I realized that they'd never understand
What I was feelin as a man, fickle as Trav' Bickle
They either hatin you or they a Stan
Then I said I'd do it for my fam
'Til I realized that they didn't give a damn
I stepped out of they comfort zone
Now I can't step, can't step inside my mother's home
Situation so nuts, so much for tryna be a man
Then I said I'd do it for the props
'Til I realized that the props always seem to stop
When niggas can't keep you all to theyself
Take you home, put you in they little box
Then I said I'd do it for my city
'Til I realized that I shoulda been warned
I stepped inside the ring, rockin' my best apparel
My eye on the sparrow, but this torero
Couldn't take the bull city by the horns
So now I'm back on my me shit
Cause me and my team gon' make it do what it do
Had a long hard talk with my nigga Jazzy Jeff
He said, "Fuck 'em 'Te, do it for you!"
So I'm doin it to
Lay up, lay back, in my room with a view
Wanna handle my biz on the low, keep it respectable
Make my music, keep it professional
I know you hate it, what the fuck else is new?
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