{ intro }
I'm scared to close my eyes
I'm scared to open them
Ooh god
I'm gonna die out here
{ verse 1 }
It's that young atilla, that microphone killa, striking out of nothing , coming at you like guerilla
That young atilla, microphone killa
Now let me tell the story how he came to be this villain
{ verse 2 }
Now let me take you back to summer 2016
To an anxious little loser with daddies cash in his jeans
Clinging to the safety of the known, of the same routines
Biggest problems was wether to burn up or eat his greens
I took my blessings for granted, and forgot what i had
Did not accеpt what was handed, neglectеd to act
Kill my happiness with silly fears and self doubt
Obsessed with how my actions would sound from another mouth
Listening to 2pac, all eyez on me
Made me fantasize about the man, i one day could be
So i listened to my idols and i took their advice
Picked up a pen and paper and started to empty my mind
Reached a certain peace of mind, when i completed like a page a day
Slowly seeing signs of improvement, it wasn't straightaway
But i was getting there climbing out of dark places
Turned the lines into a space where i could cry gracious
But still
Something was missing
Like a purpose of all my verses
I had to bring them surface
Then i looked towards my idolz again
And i realized that i should try to be just like them
That was the end of the therapy , now the anguish began
I was a nobody untill i would be making those m's
I kept chasing future that only turned me insane
And now the medicine i found turned in the devils cocaïne
{ hook }
Serenity or greed, only one seat, so make your choice
Demons love your pain if you don't choose to cut the noise
Destroy your mental in the chase if you're not being careful
Or you will end up selling coke to the devil
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, selling coke to the devil
{ verse 3 }
Now let's go to februari two-thousand and twenty
I went to stormzy live in amsterdam, crowd going sweaty
But petty me was honestly only feeling envy
The faillure of my dreams was starting to weigh on me heavy
The funny thing , i didn't even really try yet
The entitelment to think i could get those things without a sweat
Waiting for the perfect time, cause i was afraid of regret
Ain't no such thing as perfect time, so you just gotta make it that
Now it's april , i was fighting my demons inside
Being locked up in the the house, i had nowhere to hide
My thoughts kept haunting me, crippling me, stealing energy
Had to help myself , i wouldn't satisfy my enemies
So i picked up a pen
Bought a usb mic
Started to use all this time
Started to work on my rhymes
So i could work on my tracks that i released in july
I aimed for the moon but wasn't ready to fly
{ verse 4 }
So the boy crashed right back down to the earth
Smile on his face with his head in dirt
Seeing that his faillure is nothing special
He tried to stop selling coke to the devil
But let me tell you, the devil' s an addict
And as soon as you will stop feeding him, then he start to panic
Trying to trick you into darkness again
You may fall down 9 times but you will get up 10
{ verse 5 }
Released a couple tracks while i overflowed in my confidence
Cause i was doing numbers, and drowning in all the compiments
I made a mistake and now i should really acknowledge it
I went for the accomplishments instead of the astonishments
Won't go for the charts instead of that i will go for the heart
Now you will find the real me, if you choose to break my songs apart
Feel my blessings since i turned my l's into my lessons
Now i take a different road, but still going in the same direction
{ hook }
Serenity or greed, only one seat, so make your choice
Demons love your pain if you don't choose to cut the noise
Destroy your mental in the chase if you're not being careful
Or you will end up selling coke to the devil
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, don't end you end up
Don't you end up, selling coke to the devil