Verse 1:

What if I told you I had thoughts of quitin?

Would you listen, to me vent, or tell me, man you trippin

Cause shit is different

Some **** round me, straight pretenders, so if I ever ask don't disregard me, like ya swipes on tinder

I'm feelin hindered, I should've blown up last December or last September, When I dropped the album, I guess that's not the outcome

Instead, I'm on the phone, with some, shitty guy at Dalcom

Trying to fix the card reader at this job, but how come?

I'm not elevatin, this is where my mind goes, I'd rather get paid, from my plays, then work a 9 to 5 yo, and tbh, I'd rather live in a different time-zone

Let's face it, we basically live in the end, of times yo

I almost quit this rap life, yeah, that's right

Mr. Optimistic, feels conflicted on this path, like

I've made some major strides, but are my rhymes, really that tight?

To make it in the game and then a fan hit me last night, and, he said hey bro, Ayo I heard you, on Spotify

I really love the shit your makin' damn right, you qualify

Yo your shit is swiffin' man I'm all about your vision, and I own my own club, So I'll help, put you in position, just listen, we about go up

Everyone will know us, and when our shit's poppin'

Then you should rock wit us, and roll up

Show nuff, I said, "My guy, I'm thankful that you showed love"

He told me "No problem" and he can't wait, to see me blow up, real shit

Yeah, that's real shit

Yeah, that's real shit

Yeah, that's real shit

Yeah, that's real shit