[Hook]:
This the one imma get it this time
This ain’t just another record of mine
Many thoughts let me set this aside
No biggie I ain’t ready to die
Still didn’t get all of my thoughts out
Rushing to make music like its Moscow
Yeah I’m still in school I wouldn’t drop out
Need to have a plan b like a lost child
[Verse 1]:
Woke up in a lyrical mind state
Living large way too much on my plate
Spitting bars but I’m in school by day
Didn’t know I was this good what can I say
Yeah I been putting in the work
Looking at all kind of rappers yeah I been diverse
So i can make you feel immersed
In all of my thoughts from everything I’ve learned
Easier said than done
Good thing that I’m still doing this for fun
Cause Once you let money be the motive
You see that you like a slowing down locomotive
No more passion keeping you driving
Your supporters the ones that be riding
What’s a plane without a good pilot
You tell me I’ll let you decide it
I understand you’re tryna chase a bag
And I can see that you really wanna make it bad
But if you don’t enjoy it what’s the point in making raps
Invest in what you like I promise that you’ll make it back
Why do you think it’s called interest
A recipe to happiness homie I insist
That you follow these guidelines
To help you get up out the sidelines
Best believe that I’m not lying
If I was what’s the point in my lines
For you to lead an enjoyable life
And not to end up like me running from time
Cause I’ve been stressed out my mind
Feel like I’m running from time
And I’m winded besides
I keep on racing with no finish line
But I want it this time
If I stop now it would feel like a crime
I can hear them crying
Let down all the people on my side
Is it really worth it
Trying to reach a higher purpose
I dig deep from the surface
I close the blinds can’t you see that I’m nervous
[Hook]:
This the one imma get it this time
This ain’t just another record of mine
Many thoughts let me set this aside
No biggie I ain’t ready to die
Still didn’t get all of my thoughts out
Russian to make music like its Moscow
Yeah I’m still in school I wouldn’t drop out
Need to have a plan b like a lost child
[Verse 2]:
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired
At this point I wish I’d retired
I wish that I still had the fire
That grew in me when I was a child
What if I had all of the glamour huh
So broke Can’t even afford a camera
Bigger picture ain’t developed yet
More money less melanin
I guess that’s how it pans out
We’re forced to take the wrong route
Let me switch the perspective
Back to my own
Back with the flows
That got me feeling like one of the pros
They begging me to drop this
They wanna see my thought process
DW back with that heat
I know you been waiting so patiently
Will they love it or hate it I guess that I’ll see
Well this is the end
Re listen so you comprehend
The intricate bars that were used
Allow me to put down the pen