[Verse 1]
My only intention is to be myself, regardless if they think I left
However, is there any point in writing these songs when I'm high?
When I'm trying to get by, life is hitting me from different sides
Only fake n***as would try to slide, then leave you
Without saying goodbyes
Keep your family close, but be mindful of the perks
You can choose your friends, not just to blend
In this game, I only speak the truth to make amends

[Verse 2]
I'm probably the first rapper in history to bring peace
During an era where the young sleep, I cannot compete
If they don't put my music on repeat, that's how
You know we're sheeps
In a perfect world, entertainment is sold to the poor
A gift from an artist, better yet a historical black prophet
Shouting "I am Hip-Hop" and you'll never miss a stop

[Hook]
Is there more?

[Refrain]
After this song, I pray to live pass twentyone
Yes, I just checked my income then I chuck
What luck, an African made it from the mud
[Hook]
Is there more?

[Verse 3]
This is my last song, besides being from Bed-Stuy
My music discography is a gift from the heavens
Hopefully, to gain respect there is never a time to die
Without beefing with my OG, robbing from the plug
Oh wee, another night fucking for fun

[Hook]
Is there more?

[Outro]
By the end, will I die from a gunfight or being out of sight?
Can't say maybe, I need my respect from gangstas
In the beginning, I was jaded, left in the dust
Then I got lost in the dark