I was slow for a minute, slow for a minute
When I got my head too wrapped around
Whether or not they'd really think I'd make it
I just lost my soul, I thought I fell before I really made it
Sold out, I sold out
There's no more room for this shit
Fame is what the deal
And now I don't think it was really real
When I notice how they all talk about it
Wandering through the hills
I can't find a way up out it
Way out, a way out
Nothing on my phone
Really made my fortune
Just like I want
It's too late to begin
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I think they'll like it
Y'all wanna see me locked up like Akon
But hell no, you won't see me slip
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Built a routine with a clipboard and paper route
I'm lucky I made it out
My living and Boulder ain't playing out
I'm searching a method of mixing my rapping with latest sound
Everyone looking, I made a foul
I heard them talk, like they pray I fall
Look how they see me spend dollars out
Too many motives to call them out
I move like a rocket, I lifted
I shut the door
And then I locked it, I board up and blocked it
Ain't no one can pay me to stop it
I spared every dollar to top it
I want it, I cop it
I'd like to go spot it for anyone that also split my way
Way harder to ask today
Can't keep throwing all away
I was slow for a minute, slow for a minute
When I got my head too wrapped around
Whether or not they'd really think I'd make it
I just lost my soul, I thought I fell before I really made it
Sold out, I sold out
There's no more room for this shit
Fame is what the deal is
And now I don't think it was really real
When I notice how they all talk about it
Wandering through the hills
I can't find a way up out it
Way out, a way out
Nothing on my phone
Really made my fortune
Just like I want
It's too late to begin
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit
I just wanna hit