Yeah

I get in my head sometimes… wonderin’ if I’m good enough

I ain’t lookin’ for a compliment, that’s just how it is

I take a step and my foot gets stuck

It’s like everything I do is a masterpiece, I always one up myself every time I drop

So when I go to write the next one, I'm thinkin' bout the last one and how good it was and I get writer’s block

I’m my own worst critic

No one’s worse with it

I pick apart every word, shit is so irkin'

It’s so frustrating, every single verse I compose is so worthless, how am I supposed to finish it?

I could say fuck it like a lotta these cats

And give you quantity over quality and call it a wrap

And stand back and watch it fall down flat

Cause y’all are used to me givin' my all, not half

And if I did… I wouldn’t be this big

It’s the blood and the sweat that got me this gig

I get tons of respect but it doesn’t mean shit if it doesn’t connect, so I need to be sick when I’m comin'

Fuck bein' decent I’m different I’m someone

You don’t wanna start beef with or shit with or nothin'

Everything is down to a science from the words that I spit to the beat that I pick to the look in

My motherfuckin' eyes you can stare into 'em

You’ll see a man who doesn’t care who views him

I don’t give a damn if you share my music

As long as I think it’s dope, I don’t compare it to a

'nother rapper I’ll never beg for a Bill Board

I got skills that these little bastards’d kill for

But I still get stuck, shit starts buildin' up

Till I’m filled with doubt and I can’t seem to filter it out

I can’t figure it out…

People wonderin' why I go ghost

Right after I post somethin' so live and so dope

Like why bro? You lit a fire and let it go

Coulda made it grow but instead you let that that shit die slow

Like I don’t know? Dog you’re preachin’ to the choir

All this perfectionism is eatin’ my desire

Everything I do I nitpick to pieces, how the fuck I freeze up with my feet to the fire?

And on top of all that… they won’t get off my back

Sometimes I wish I never did any political tracks

I meant every single word I ever spit in those raps

But now it seems like it’s all anybody wishes or asks

That ain’t the type of shit I did to get where I’m at

If you went through my catalog and you flipped to the back

And did the math and listened to my original act

You’ll see a cat dedicated to the pen and the craft

But on the other hand there’s a different attack

People who WERE there at the beginning of the path

They hate it… they say that I just did it for cash

And it was all a big grift just to get me a bag

I can’t win… I’m feel like I’m rippin’ in half

I don’t know I should get mad or forget it and laugh

Yeah, I leave my CashApp in the description tab

But it’s YOUR decision to put a tip in my hat

I never asked... I never held my hand out…

I never tried to use you to grow my wealth

So the how the hell you gonna tell me I did it for money dog? I don’t even promote myself

If I put out a song with a message in it, then it’s genuine, it's just the way I feel

I feel like I shouldn’t ask you to pay me for that, I’m tryna make you think… not make a sale

And the worst part… is they put me in a box...

With all these other dudes that fuckin' suck

And if you think I’m talkin’ bout you, then I probably am… so fuckin' what?

Yeah sure, we share some of the same viewpoints and our core beliefs are probably similar too

But I take rap way too serious to act like I don’t cringe everytime I listen to you

Everybody… say what you want about me but you know damn well every song I killed

Even if you never agreed with what I said if you know rap then you know I brought the skill

It was always real I wanted y’all to feel what I felt at the time when I wrote those lyrics

I try my hardest and put my heart in it and cross my fingers and just hope you hear it

Everything they gave you was surface level

Me? I dug up dirt with a shovel

Dove in deep and we all explored

Every single release was like a college course

I dissected every topic that I spoke on

Did research every time that I wrote songs

I tried to be as thorough as I possibly could always double checkin’ to make sure I didn’t get any quotes wrong

And that’s why I don’t do it all the time… it comes from a true place of inspiration

I’m not gonna make shit up just to put shit out, if I don’t feel it, I’m not gonna say it

I hate this little sub-genre of rap and the cesspool that it’s grown into

I’d wrap a rope around my fuckin' neck ‘fore I let somebody rope me in with you

I just wanna rap now