Questions (feat. Da$h & Kendra Foster)

Am I dreaming now, I can't tell the difference?

Is this mission God-sent or is it sacrilegious?

Am I running from the past or am I backwards sprinting?

Can I blast out all this sleep and just get back to living?

In my war, will God hate me for these rash decisions?

Or will he save me, know in my heart through this path I'm given

I got so many questions, but who am I asking, ****?

I ask myself, what is it you really after, ****?

Is it money, is it bitches, is it fame?

Is it pursuit of happiness if everybody knows your name?

Does this weed keep me from going clinically insane?

Are you really even living this image up in this game?

But what is it you really saying?

You ain't really saving souls, is you?

You from nothing fam, you really think it's gold in you?

Are you built to keep that spirit in your soul with you?

Will you stick to it even if they don't roll with you?

I got questions

Just when you thought this life was just full of fun

There's something there to tell you that you ain't done

So you've got a lot of questions

Cursing that you're on a mission, oh

Just another dead man breathing

Burnt out heathen, sipping syrup every week

Doing powder every evening, popping pills to keep me even

Since a **** left school, seems lit's death that I'm cheating

So I'm speeding, fuck slow is

Catch me anywhere the dough is

Nowadays it's anywhere a show is

Same misses you call me asking where O is

If you talking 'bout the edge, shit, I'm dancing on the closest

If you talking about showbiz, I don't know shit about it

Start to fight, these other **** crowd around it

The rap game got me questioning my surroundings

I got issues, so I'm counseling with the ounces

My lump of problems seem to turned into a mountain

Money in the mattress, never spoke to no accountant

****, all this finessing, God gave me a blessing

Make it to hell before me, just till the devil

I got questions

Just when you thought this life was just full of fun

There's something there to tell you that you ain't done

So you've got a lot of questions

Cursing that you're on a mission, oh

What's worse, fake smiles or not smiling at all

You risk it all, asking if you hit the ground if you fall

What if they don't love your dream and ain't astounded at all?

And when they say you'll never make it, will you doubt it at all?

You ain't ashamed to public answer to that drum in your heart

Are you afraid to bring the light, what you've done in the dark?

Are you embracing what's becoming your part?

Are you complacent?

Can you face personal pain just for the love of the art?

I hope that you ain't let your momma down

You wish that you was back in college now

Do you feel dumb from all that knowledge now?

What about them digits, yeah them commas now

You wish you had some solids now

Will they still love you if you not around?

Now are you using all your intellect, I mean no disrepect

But are you capable to be they interest?

Are you afraid to let your dreams and life intersect?

I wanna know man, I ain't finished yet

I got questions

Don't stop, keep on living

Can't stop, we ain't risen

Wake up, check your vision

Play until your time's up (I got questions)

Give until your times up (I got questions)