Call it what you want
My dawg hit my line
I hit him back like what you on
I'm like oooh

Hit the park at one
Took a right turn and now we back inside the gulch
I'm like oooh

And you know what
Decade dedicated get the music just to blow up
Every year that pass I feel the pressure as I grow up
Way more pressure on me now than ever but I'm so stuck
Started chasing money
Got a bit and I glowed up

So why the fuck I'm sick as hell about it I could throw up
Damn I miss the days that I made music I would throw up
On the internet and hope that Dre would hit my phone up

Back then did a photoshoot and thought I was a star
Trip to ATL I hit the mall to hand out cards
Dreams of doing numbers at the garden
Twenty nineteen I got to do a track for Harden

So why the fuck I'm sick as hell about it I could throw up
Damn I miss the days that I made music I would throw up
On the internet and hope that Wayne would hit my phone up
Ignorance was bliss but today I guess I know stuff
Scared to lose the passion
Scared to see my dreams die
Right before it happen
Have to tell my kids that I used to be a rapper
Daddy what happened? Isn't your friend celebrating going platinum?
Used to do it full time how'd you move backwards
Tell em they can do anything they put their mind to
Knowing that I tried to
Words leave my mouth but I feel like they were lied to
Dark cold void now reside right inside you confidence gone cuz the dream it was tied to

That's why I'm sick as hell about it I could throw up
Damn I miss the days that I made music I would throw up
On the internet and hope that Ye would hit my phone up
Ignorance was bliss but today I guess I know stuff
Yeah, I guess I know stuff