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