[Verse 1]
This isn't me tryna burst a bubble and me tryna elevate my position in concrete jungles
I find that I hesitate when they ask me about my struggles
Clowning position important aspects
I'm tryna juggle like why am I doing this?
I go at it day to day
I'm finding some bullshit promoters cause they refuse to pay
I tend to get stuck in the book when n***as be turning my page
Miseducation of Lauryn Hill was the level to chase
What a waste
Do you remember why you got it in music?
Was it for the people or popular status or do you refuse it?
Do you remember the hunger, the struggle, the come up?
The need for your number to be called?
Cause you ain't got no back up
Tryna unlock the game for change, baby I got the keys
Stand in the office, grub rapping giving you nothing to eat
Don't want to be an extra person your sister has to feed
Not tryna be an extra burden tryna put struggles at ease

[Chorus]
Do you wanna live like the rich and famous?
But no one will call you the greatest?
Do you wanna live like the rich and famous?
But no one will call you the greatest
No legacy left cause you're grave dead
Or rather be viewed underrated?