MONOCYPHER (Outro)
[Verse 1]
I do it all for the dream
If I gotta drop some bars
Then I'm ready to win
Started off as a team
But niggas lost they way, so
Moment of silence for the dreams I had forsaken
Told my niggas I'll be back
But I found nobody
Just to be somebody they betray your trust
But the easy success probably never last
And can never win a trophy if you make last
Lately I've been feeling FAINT
Feeling alone, I need time
PUT IN the WORK, I never FAKE
I'm never BLACKING OUT
Holding onto all this GLORY
Who the hell is LUCKY NOW?
Coulda have SWORN I've seen my BLESSINGS
This a LESSON NOW
Smiling through the SCARY SEASON
You could THINK its HALLOWEEN
You want the FLAME, I brought thе FIRE
But you took the STEAM
I know you niggas ENVY ME
Give me SPACE I need to BREATH
This kind of FEELING will havе you FEELING you still alive
I never look in the mirror, already know who I am
Behind these broken dreams
I'm looking for a deeper meaning
Music's business, but I'm hoping for a better feeling
I don't know if I'll get it
I know there's a way "to try"
To be myself, I'm always lacking on the confidence
So you decide if we gonn make the world a better place
Cause can reign like we measuring the forecast
They gonn think I'm color blind cause I've been winning every race
I'm telling stories from the bottom of my ABCs
Nothing from the heart, nobody sleeping on my feelings, ease
So here we again, once upon a time
I was tryna do my time, like I was caught up in a crime
All the stories I told, left niggas complaining
How he so good with the pen, its like the pain got him here
In the back of my mind, gotta find a way
I've been trap with a word that I gotta say
I'mma grind everyday till I'm out of breath
I know i'mma gonn make it out, cause I'm here to stay
I don't take a break, nigga what's a holiday?
In a city where the hustle never really fades
I see niggas telling stories, but they always telling lies
This type of shit will have you wondering just who you are
When you nothing but a star, they gonn turn you to rock
Self-esteem on the low this side
And niggas never love you when you going through a lot
They be thinking you complaining when you tryna keep it real
Tryna hustle, pay a bill
They just want you fake balling
So the things don't change, a routine from the past
Generational curse, hope it break in time
I see you under pressure, you been living for the hype
They put the world on a peddle
We gave them power
Now it's people everywhere that be snatching freedom
While they playing tunes, and we been dancing to their rhyme
I'm feeling I'm chosen and I'm feeling lost in
All these words that I'm choosing
Just to be chosen, to be on your playlist
Till the end of time
Heaven is more than just a Paradise
I measure time then make decisions like a Pair of Dice
Believe in law and all the ways that channel Jesus Christ
Or you can pay the Price, Heaven or Hell?
I've been living wrong, living right, everyday put up a fight
Dodging all these Demons, made me bitter like a couple Lemons
Now I'm just tryna Smirk, the smile is always Fake