Options

Look, I don't know what's gotten into me I could be off of my rocker potentially Bigger I get, the more they thinkin' less of me Don't be the one to insult my integrity Put down the whistle, I'm done with you referees Y'all don't know nothing, you think you ejected me 'Til I show up in the game, like, "Remember me?" I gotta make it, these people depend on me (Pay, pay, pay) Ayy, that's how I'm living these days (Woo) Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave I had a job making minimum wage Told myself that I gotta get paid Prove myself, yeah, get up my grades Walk into class like, "Gimme that A" (A) Think I'm trash? Put a bag in your face And I put you by the road like, "Look what it's saying" Here's a reminder that I still spit Think I need to advise you to watch your lip Or at least realize that I'm not no kid Don't Google my name tryna find my crib Write a pop song, then I write a song like this Do a lot wrong? Doesn't matter, I learn quick I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did I would destroy it (Woo) Used to be employee, now I'm employer Making big deals, now I gotta get lawyers People tell me to relax and enjoy it But when I kick back, I see warnings So much time might pass, can't ignore it Every time I rap and I'm recording Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause... I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo (I gotta make it or make it) I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options (Yeah) Tool bag without the pliers Intros' without the choirs New car without the tires Music without the writers UFC without the fighters Smoking without the fire Cigarettes without the lighter Austin Powers, no Michael Myers, that's me (That's me) If I ain't got the bars, you see Something ain't right like I'm incomplete Outcast, yes, I'm a different breed If you disagree, make 'em all retreat (Woo) Act like a boss when I compete Take my thoughts into hyperspeed When it's all gone and I hit my peak At least I'll know that I took that leap (Ayy, ayy, ayy) 'Cause life is a process And I am not here for the nonsense Losin' everything I worked for likes to weigh on my conscience That why I block out the comments Who's next? Who's next? I don't know, I ain't been watching Closing my ear to the gossip I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, woo No forfeit, my course different Changed flows and I'm bored with it More livid, never more driven, I avoid timid Try to tell me I could never be the G.O.A.T. of rap, I ignore limits I was born with this, you're trippin' thinkin' I'm slippin' I'm enjoying this Look at me, I'm on the tour sellin' more tickets Even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy, I'ma do it like a hobby I ain't quitting 'til the Lord tell me (Lord tell me) I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, yeah I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options (These are the options) I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options I gotta make it or make it I gotta make it or make it, woo I gotta make it or make it Man, these are the options, these are the options Ayy, these are the options Ah, these are the options Woo, these are the options Yeah, these are the options