Verse 1

If the brightest feature of the package is the packaging/ tell me is it really beautiful

Tell me does it feel true to you?

If it does, I don’t envy

You rocking high fashion or Prada

Zanku to the world or margiela

You get the same answer when you ask me who I am

No be only agba Dey wear agbada

Some of The worst people I know are the best dressed

So Your red bottoms ain’t gon be what earns my respect

I was 17 with these dreams of a Maybach but I’ve also always known that ain’t what makes you a made man

Check yourself first then the cheques next

That’s the step by step

Ex these hoes out and you get the os in excess

They say Caleb you’re too serious

You’re a bad vibe

But with good results

I’ve been tested

Chorus

I’m still on this long road

Tryna make the paper

Even though I know it don’t make me

They say if I don’t make it/ I ain’t made it

**** everywhere cold

Brothers turning haters

Sister killing sister for the paper

They say if they don’t make it / they ain’t made it

Verse 2

Apply wisdom in you actions not just in your captions / streets taught me

I know men too scared to live real life but find their voice when their fingers do the talking

All Dele wanted was to be a rapper

Fan of rhmying, word play especially the battles

He was 21, falling asleep to YouTube clips

Promising himself he’ll get better at it

22 he don finish school, the flow is smooth

Telling himself by 23, dreams start coming true

24 starts to feel sore

A thousand nos and a couple thousand closed doors later

Dele says he’s done with rap

Says he’s trying to get that tech bag

2 years buying the dip till he cash out

Now he got money but also guilt from quitting his passion

They should’ve told him that type of happiness don’t last long

But what do I know