I used to want it all, attention, reason,

I used to want it all, attention, seeking.

Looking to my left and my right, it’s just me here,

I was DM hoppin,

FaceTiming with the screen share,

feeding into the lust, fed right into the reshares

Overthinking every time,

I couldn’t even prepare,

I’ve been struggling with a lot, so ima leave it here

Jen went ghost, but it’s cool, I hit two times,

Taught me not to chase, let it fade out,

I can't even be mad, there was times I had to switch up and change route

Seen the envy in they eyes when the bank sprout,

Kept my focus on the grind, had to phase out,

Now I’m coastin’ in my lane, let the pain out.

Told myself it’s all love, I can’t fake doubt,

Every scar on my skin made the shape now,

Every prayer that I sent it brought the faith out,

God said you rather live, or rather fake clout,

Love yourself first, that’s the layout.

I used to want it all, attention, reason,

I used to want it all, attention, seeking

I tried to cure pain with liquor,

Bible on my front seat, sin lookin’ at me in the rearview mirror,

Another night, I’m beating road, Im tryna catch the bait,

Told myself if I get buns, then ain’t no need to masturbate.

That post clarity be louder than the pastor’s faith,

Left me sittin’ with myself, I couldn’t even mask the weight.

Every shawty that I chased turned to a past mistakes,

Tryna heal the void with sin, I let God renovate.

I used to want it all, attention, reason,

I used to want it all, attention, seeking.

All these emotions pouring through, they broadcasting,

Truth is everybody going through it, they just choosing not to broadcast it,

How authentic would it be if I chose to sit back, and bag it up,

Many situations ain’t addin up,

Pops questioning if I’m his ken or not.

And it ain’t been the same since between us, thug it out, cuh, that’s LYF

Stomaching the pain, got my pack right,

Building credit, building me, couple racks right,

Outside every night, but I act right.

Cut the dead weight, no Kunta,

Tying up the line, I’ll mute ya,

I ain’t looking for the luck, not Budda,

Baseline rocking with the shootas,

Need me a bad one, Huda.

I used to want it all, attention, reason,

I used to want it all, attention, seeking.