[Verse 1] Shouldn't I be celebratin right now? Shouldn't I change the way I write now? Shouldn't my songs be about how great life is Poppin bottles with women with energy i don't have right now? What's the difference between my life and afterlife? Would they keep listenin' after I put the mic down? Toss and turnin' every night, wear stress like a night gown Typa sh** make ya wanna put the mic down They want feel good music from an artist who doesn't feel good Don't ask me how I feel, I can't feel sh** You want it bad, bad enough it'll make you wanna steal goods I was raised better I shouldn't steal sh** Tryna smile in every picture they take, I hope it came out good It's hard when ya mind is drenched in real sh** Either I changed, or sh** changed around me Either way it was all a dream, I just hope it still is Though's maybe this ain for me, less exchange stories It's hard for me to open up, unless the engineer's recordin' me Interviews won't work, you say a joke I'll smirk Ask the question and I'll answer it accordingly Like mama still gotta fist clenched, tryna change the whole world From the smallest state in the country And poppa still tryna keep warm food on the cold plates It's either pay for heat or the food you go to hungry, choose More I-miss-you's, we're on a pursuit of happiness It just happens to be far from you's We're a generation where the word love is abused And unfortunately the word sorry is hard to use Now ask my crew, last I knew Real n***as don't exist, I'm the last I knew Summer days on the block, only past I knew I pa**ed the block the other day, look how fast time flew Left the last bit of truth in the booth I've recorded enough songs, I'm gone Then I heard a voice say hold on Young it's your turn, you waited on so long How could an innocent dream just have gone so wrong? And be gone so soon Dreams to nightmares like sun to moon You taught yourself how to bounce back, and cover your wounds You was six years old writin' those bars in your room Now studio all night, sayin' good night at noon I mighta' did a little somethin', everybody wants to talk now If you don't respond now, it's war now, pistol far out Superstar now, who the f** you think you are now? Cuban cigar now, im at the bar now Lettin' the bartender attack you Reminiscin' hopin' somethin' distracts me Knowin how some memories have me More success, more problems, how the good and the bad be I just take it all gladly, cause you know how the cash be But I'm not thinking to change, f**in up y'all comparisons No we ain't the same Soon as y'all thought you had me figured out, I changed the game Created my lane, stayed in my lane Came in the game, playing my game I'm staying the same, I'm keeping the name Remember the name, I just see the pinnacle and remember to aim But it's more gimmicks and hype now Typa sh** make you wanna put the mic down This are conversations i have with myself