Something I'm Not

How can I be something I'm not?

I guess a broken soul

Don't make a happy home

If they cross me, then they dead to me, and they ain't even deceased

Running through these streets, and I can't even find no kind of peace

Stripes all on the whip, and I ain't even sign no kind of lease

Headed to the top, I need a harness 'cause the climb is steep

G6 take you round the world and you can make yourself comfortable

Never looked at **** with no envy, thinking, "That should be us"

You can never text again, or you can make a fuss

I'll just have more money if I'm lonely with a million bucks

Everything unfolding like a chapter in the children's book

From the window of the plane, I could tell the city crooked

I can see you in the spotlight, how you fucking it up

Couple pretty bitches I keep with me, that I never touch

How can I be something I'm not?

I know a broken soul

Don't make a happy home

Questioning myself like, "How can I be something I'm not?"

I grew from the mud like a plant in a pot

I popped like a Jack-In-The-Box

My stock went straight to the top

Got big rocks that make the temperature drop

Yellin', "RIP my pops"

Wishing I could press rewind, and get lil' Michael out that box

And it's fucking with my mind, but the grind don't never stop

Got me praying for sunshine all year

And I'm focused, so it's money everywhere

My whole night was based around paper chasin'

I'm going out to Cali, and it's like a vacation

Fuck a red light, I'm in a Hellcat racing

I know them blessings coming, but it's hard to stay patient

How can I be something I'm not?

I know a broken soul

Don't make a happy home

How can I be something I'm not?

Gaultiers, let me take you somewhere more appropriate

Purple haze, baby, we been rolling it and smoking it

Brighter days, I remember dreaming 'bout this shit

Yeah, tidal waves, I was on one when I wrote this shit

Dr. Dre, I'm tryna get me a billion, just like Dr. Dre

Not today, **** tryna stop me, got 'em out my way

Keeping it real, free of charge, but they had to pay

Keeping it G is free of charge, but they had to pay

Dirty sneaks, just from runnin' errands, had to throw 'em away

When I lay her down at night I pray to God, my soul to take

Thirty piece, time to put it up, it's time to up the stakes

20 pounds of money on me, I'm starting to think I'm overweight

My whole day was based around paper chasing

Take the duffle on the plane and disappear like baecation

A broken soul don't make a happy home

How can I be something I'm not?

How can I be someone who hides alone, yeah?