If I showed you my love, would you let go, let go, if I showed you my love would you let go, let go

Insecurities and Instagram be showing me who I prefer to be, but currently I'm a rapper who got no currency

I play my music for people but they ain't heard of me, and when I say I'm broke I don't mean that hyperbole

It got me stressing and questioning my sense of urgency. this is the life and sacrifice of those who did a dream

I got, like, two degrees but it still do nothing for me, but one day hopefully my music has to roam the streets

My only question is what kind of rapper will I be, will I be deep like A-reece or sell like Nasty C

I think I'd rather be me, huh, Skot on the beat, and if you ever get the chance, I pray to God you take it

But I'm content as your friend; at least you tried to make it, not everybody's gonna make it dog and let's just face it

Some people grew complacent in the quest of touching greatness, and I don't blame them in this game that's so full of hatred

It be the same **** who hate on me that ask for favors, and when I tell em no they look at me like I'm the hater

But I just clap back with the music like congratulations, ok now steal my cadence