Hook:
Vibing on the microphone x4
Verse 1:
Juggling problems with one hand on tippy toes blind folded
My other hand is on the wheel
Frankie rapping with his mind open
I'm potent, treading poison in this ocean
I'm not focused on the floating, I'm just focusing on making motion
But the current's pretty strong and it's steady tempting
And I think i'm pretty gone and I lost attention
But ine sweating i think i've found a direction
Where I'll never come in second, opportunity is not a question
A profession? you want me to make a selection?
When in school got me feeling like i'm lost at an intersection
Indefinite, cause each direction can be questioned
And i think i'm floating this way I dunno I think I'm second guessing
Another chance to fail another lesson
Another session with depression
I hope the pressure lessens, I think i found a direction
Where i'll never come in second, opportunity is not a question
Hook
Vibing on the microphone x4
Verse 2:
I just grabbed the lighter, the filter and propellers
Meditating in the bando, room louder than Coachella
f** I think i'm failing, just dig my grave deep, and pour cement
To protect me from my mama fore she wails me
But can you blame me? to put it blatantly I'm just not patient or complacent
With the path that God gave me
But I ain't sweating, I think I found a direction, where I'll never come in second
Opportunity is not a question
I'm depressed I'm, ducking my landlord
Anything else watching my back sides my jansport?
My cousin went and got his pa**port
He didn't have the funds so they got him stuck in na**au
That bill is overdue, sorry
I hear that phrase all the time dawg ain't nothing new
f**ing stressing, i'll never find my direction
Cause i'm always stuck in second, opportunity is just a question
Cousin