[Verse]
Yeah, I guess I'm back to the old me
Praying in the condo with the rosaries
I'm back to losing contact
Back to the money, cliché but it's big facts
I lost it all and I didn't get it back
I got real deep insight to all that
You don't even make moves for real, all you do is rap
Plus I heard you say you run the city but you gettin' lapped
Oh well, I guess you comfortable with riding coattails
I see you plottin' for the top, I hope it goes well
You should probably pick the pace up
It's a better chance you won't fail
I make two albums every other week, out of state in hotels
Just last week the feeling was so deep
I think it's better when we do not speak
'Cause all you ever notice is the surface
But I swear there's more to me
I got war stories, Zaya, Nicki, really care for me
I spend too much time just recording and I never sleep
I need to get back to the root of it
Before the money and the fame was such a big part of it
I used to just wanna create, now I wanna be the best
The feeling isn't the same
But I guess this how it's supposed to be
I guess this how it's supposed to be
I'm just venting anyway, please excuse me
I'm just venting anyway, please excuse me