Lotta Praise (feat. Adrian Daniel & Rudy Catwell)

Lotta praise, lotta praise, lotta traumatize

Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign

Got a name, got a name I immortalize

Gotta change, gotta change, need to call your line

Holdin' to this dream so long my fingernails got callous

Got some peace, got some fear, I got balance

Fuck your shotty and your gang, I don't need the violence

Stop being a toddler with problems, I gotta manage

Got some goals, I got some goals up in the dark still

I just cry myself to sleep, in morning I got heart still

I don't hold to no beef, I let the Devil cartwheel

And she still say I got no heart still (Got no, got no, got no, got no)

Five out the four thing you promisin' ain't legit

I can't hold you to your word every time you slip

All your friends only on the internet, that's a glitch

I don't pay no mind to the evil and that's a gift

For really, I ain't never had the perfect Timb's

I ain't never been vulnerable to my friends

You slid in my ex's DM, took that to the chin

Never loved a girl that ain't start fuckin' him

Grim, know I'm the light but feel so fucking dim

And everything I wanna see gotta come from within

A double shot of whiskey turn everything to a twin

And every time I promise to do good I go and sin, but sayin' that

Gimme lotta praise, lotta traumatize

Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign

Lotta fame, lotta flame, lotta colonize

But I still can be your shoulder when you gotta cry

(When you gotta cry)

I gotta be my own shoulder (Cry)

Yeti on your phone line, gimme cold shoulders (Cry)

I used to be a pimp on a Razor and Motorola (Ooh)

Now I'm like a rolling stone, I can't even call you home

I take the pain with the shame and I hug mama

I know the days when it came and the rent wasn't on time

But the pain made me want something

I longed for days that my parents get to see me in the high rise

So hold on 'cause I got what you need

This just a story of a **** from the NYC, yeah

Ay, Radamiz been losin' daylight to bitches and business partners

The G-O-A-T author, straight outta that Marcus Garvey

Need a New York Times column

Ain't ever fit my worth into a wallet

I go bench press

The stress in a rap on the shit that still weighs on my conscience

Radamiz been cuttin' friends off, the celly just got some scissors

Radamiz don't sugarcoat shit, the sonnets ain't got no Splenda

Radamiz gon' dive in pussy and swim right on up to Heaven

Being too kind gonna kill me, my grin is a MAC-11

My parents lookin' at me like they thought I woulda blew already

Fuck, I'm 25 now, I was just like 22 already

So much legwork, bruises broke the bottom of my shoes already

Even finished NYU to prove that I could do that too

Fam been losin' patience, pack my show, show unconditional

Who in Mogul Club still? Damn, I gotta call up Critical

Fuck, I'm wylin'

Damn, I spent like close to twenty four thousand dollars

God, don't let me die on my job

Fuck a time sheet, my head a t-t-tickin' time bomb

My mama used to pray I stopped rappin', gotta be a rap star

Uh, gotta be a rap star, not a roach in public housing

My back stuck to the wall like these old-ass plastic couches

In my living room

In the mirror givin' myself a fucking interview

Like, are they really even feelin' you?

Only like 5'8" but got no one to look up to

They acknowledge that you winnin'

That don't meant that they all love you, bruh

Everyone I know lettin' their dreams die

Everyone I know lettin' their dreams die

Eight milli in my city show no love

You in your twin bed right now but been sleepin' on the one

Yeah, lotta praise, lotta praise for when my soul hurts

Like fuck the real life pain you feelin' if it make a dope verse

I fear that I'm gon' be another, "Damn, I though he'd really blow"

My homie died before I went platinum, that was my growth spurt

All y'all slept on my drive but I forgive

I'll kill myself before you see me go quit

I got a fan up in my DM tellin' me my song just really saved his life

And I'm still worried about the littlest shit, littlest shit

Like getting lotta praise (For what, for what?)

Wish there was a way to save their minds

God wait for me, I'm short on time

We've sunk so deep, sin's filled my lungs

Is there room up there? Can I bring some?