I got people tryna tell me how to live
Talkin’ about bout how to make it, they never did
Nobody really knows how hard it could get
Only my real ones waiting at the crib
I got your dream car right beside the Benz
And ain't it sad that ur not here to see it
Your favorite radio sayin’ I'm next
And I wanna know is

Does it hurt you? Does it hurt you?
Does it hurt you? Does it hurt you?
Does it hurt you?

It’s okay
By the way
I'm with my own crew flying over Spain
It’s okay
I’m miles away
I didn’t mean to stutter, you don’t know what to say

I got mob ties
Investing in me like I'm an artwork
And they bet on their return
And thosе two bars I just said you’ll never be worth
Evеn if we’re on bad terms
Your family still call me for a couple favors, like
“Yo my lil cousin out here tryna be a rapper, trust me this kid is next up
Could you help me out? I really hope we’re still cool.“

How that make you feel though?

You stuck in a career you didn’t even wanna do
To please somebody who didn’t care about you
Now you can't afford to leave
And ur fit is so weak
Can't be standing next me
I’m worth the whole roster and the bench is your seat

I gotta relax, gotta give you a little space to breathe
Little space to breathe

Does it hurt you? Does it hurt you?
Does it hurt you? Does it hurt you?
Does it hurt you?

It’s okay
By the way
I'm with my own crew flying over Spain
It’s okay
I’m miles away
I didn’t mean to stutter, you don’t know what to say