YeahhI guess it’s about that timeYou know?Dakari, just let it runUhhParty in a penthouse until I pass the f^^k outReminiscing being brokeAnd hoping I would luck outFast forward, that was thenI switched my perspective (ooh-woahh)I was supposed too make it hereThis was not luck, it was destinedWhy the f^^k am I surprised?Will I ever feel I belong here? (yeahh)Splitting my soul right now, the story gets long hereWaiting for this album too drop, it’s been a long yearI feel like it’s been foreverThe f^^k has been going on here?Yeahh, ahhS^x plus drugs plus rock ‘n roll addedThat equation mixed with success & raw talentThey talk about me, think I went crazy, goddamnitI really went crazy, goddamnit (damn)Pull the curtain, there’s nothing left here too hide behindI come with baggage, I am complicated, you know my signTry factoring in what happens inside my mindIntoxicated on substances I have been trying too findReason too change, I found reason too ragePlay jim morrison, f^^k it, people are strangeDeal with it, onn godThere’s noo keeping me in a cageThey tried too buy my soul, but it’s not an even exchangeI just had an epiphanyYeah, I’m top 10 in this industryIf you knew the end result, then what would you have done differently?My jekyll and my hyde look like anything of a symmetryBut I ain’t looking for nobody’s sympathyThis is for the kids who buy ticketsThis is for the fans of the music (know)This is for the kids who get some inspiration from me & use it
It’s for myself, because after all this is therapeuticBut I never lost myselfSo don’t you ever confuse itReading comments on my ‘gram, I’m like “Damn, they really got me”“What happened to the old g? This sucks! Won’t you come back, g?You said you’d never be that rapper, this s^^t is ..”I make what I wanna makeBut I won’t make everyone happyMy skin’s fake, but I am not, bulletproofTry too numb myself like “When are you ..?”All I can be is myself, go and tell the truthI feel like I want my therapist when I’m in the boothListen!I’m in my own lane, so what do I have too hurry for?The bay area root for me like when curry score.. You ain’t gotta worry moreI turn the corner, I’m in the block now, broken down thirty’s doorMy exes x me out, we ain’t feeling the sameOne of ’em went on national tv dragging my nameWish you would have handled it – ehhI can’t complain, because you don’t get too choose how people react too being in painYeahh, f^^kLesson learned, we were not the perfect matchFuture ref, not keeping personal & work attachedWe came a ways from going too juvie over purses snatchedBought moms a birkin, we still only seen the surface scratchedWowwI’m trying too search & find the perfect highA young stoner from berkeley highThe person I, became is a little differentGuess we work & tryKick ’em out too get the bird too flyIt’s the imagination of gerry(..?)Why the ones who love me most, the people I push away?Why the ones who love me most, the people I push away?Why the ones who love me most, the people I push away?YeahhLook in a mirror, this is youNo one ever told me, these things happen tooF^^k, yeahh