Woke up on the fake grass
I'm the real thing in the same world
I ain't trying to replace much
Just the bankruptcy
And fake smiles and the shit I used to call the war room
I would make time for the bullshit
For the same old I would waste life

Tell myself it's only in my head
I don't want the dome, want the van
Voice tryin' talk you off the ledge
I wish I could switch up on the time
Light a Benjamin as close as I'ma get
Different trips get to other shit
Like really cop the house instead of scouting it
Since formula, I know there was a way to make it outta hell I had discovered it
They tell me, "Nigga once you find a path you might feel marvelous"
Or for a life time
Live my life and feel a privilege
Like I was living pale
Everybody live in color now
Everybody know a dance move
You ain't really had to learn nobody
Everybody know a handshake, all fascination
Since it won't get you assassinated
Like, I love my brother but I gun him down
For the wrong sign throw upwards
And we keep it all on the hush cause it's an us thing

Building prescriptions to pop shit is real (always, always)
Close my eyes I just wanted to chill
On the real I just can't get no peace
Oh my mind it ain't warn me for real
So for real, so for real
Go outside and they roaming around
On my right, on my left, in my head
Close my eyes I say, "Where are you now?"
(Are you now, are you now)

And if I'm alone I'ma chill
Never too relaxed, always in control
Let a nigga say sum slick
This a weird time, we don't act chill
We don't lack, bones in the back room
To this black Benz in a dream
Stay till I'm up, calling a cab home, home
Let somebody say sum slick
What a say my politic won't stop me grabbing niggas by the collar
Ain't no million dollar shit I'm on some scholar shit
But from the bottom
Shit I write a scholarship for niggas all the way out from the bottom
Quit that sipping shit out baby bottle
On your jump ball (lay back)
No pump (draw that)
Don't front (fall back)
All you niggas trigger fingers silent fingers
We don't look to eradicate the final stages of this shit
I ain't tryna play a nigga friend
Starving and I can't give a damn
I'on't fit the mold of a celebrity and I was never prone to fitting in
Boy this shit a won't get you assassinated you's a fucking poster child a pageant baby
This ain't glamour ratchet, I can't glamor-ate 'em
Now I ain't photoshop this gold metal shit

(And my gold metals on man, leave a rose petal for a niggas ear)
(Just to get a rise at you niggas skin, we gon' get a rise at you niggas man)

Oh
Prayed I lived all I could
Say I'll empty I'll empty this bottle and quit it for good
Hit the road, glory here I come
See you in this dance like right hand to the sun (sun)

Building prescriptions to pop shit is real
Always, always, feel like I'm going through some', I'm going through some'
Always, always, feel like I'm going through some', I'm going through some'
Always, always, feel like I'm going through some', I'm going through some'
Always, always
Ma shit is real
Go through a dealing with feelings that leave me for dead
Always, always, feel like I'm going through some', I'm going through some'
Always, always, feel like I'm going through some', I'm going through some'
Before I go (before I go)
I live how I could, I live how I can
See you in this dance like right hand to the sun (sun)