Is this what you wanted?

I finally did it, I guess they would call me an entrepreneur

They told me it's winning, congratulations, you ain't follow the herd

I'm finally living, empty room with a body of work

They tell me I'm on top of the world

On the top of the world it's quiet

Stepping and hearing the silence, lock the doors and I'm in the asylum

Studio soundproof so when I'm stressed

Well, they can't hear me crying

Look at my son's eyes and I smile back so he can't see me frightened

Head down so when they ask, "Are you scared

Of the future?" they can't see me lying

You ever wanted something so bad but

You're already scared of it dying?

You already scared you could fail so you

Don't wanna face the failure of trying

'Cause nobody wanna go down in Paris so

You tell yourself that it's the timing

Soon as I get it all lined up, you go

Eyes wide 'til the failure is blinding

Feel like the, feel like the, feel like the walls are caving in

Feel like I'm lost again, it's weird

It's not about art, it's pay to win

I just wanna move on from the waiting list

Listen to it, no cost, it's sales pitch

And if you hate it, then off me, make it quick

All of those lonely nights on the road

All of those noble clouds when I wrote

If you made it to open mic, you would know

Burnt my damn social life for the gold

Tell me my TikTok could be better

I'm putting my fist right through the door

Bitch, I would die for this, on my Eighth Mile

'Bout to step in the light through the fake smiles

All myself is a mic and a taste vile

But success is a price

Always a penance to pay

But you pay the toll, you'll be set up for life

Take me back to the place where I met the mic

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