I’m stuck somewhere between being depressed and becoming famous
Yeah, life’s just one big question ain’t it?
Know a queen who ain’t tained? Then let’s get acquainted
Just ended this nutso relationship that left me jaded
Now I write a song a day until I finally make it Big enough to win a grammy and go buy a spaceship
I take lift on late nights so have a safe flight
Never been one to fake fight- I catch stage fright
I’m like the sun cause I make light shine
And I’ve been waiting for the right time
To demonstrate what you can only imagine
Open up the magic lamp I’m not a genie I’m a dragon
Spitting flames with my tongue, breathing fire
A genius with the words I be tagging on the empire
Top of billboards, I’m painting the town
And haters hardly got a fucking word to say to me now so Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
I used to buzz like a bumblebee, the pain sorta humbled me The hate made me hungry to take, Cause ain’t nothing free
And nothing’s promiesd. I’m hoping one day
The people gonna wanna bump Something conscious, something honest
I’m sick of hearing all this washed out, drunken nonsense
Seem like content ain’t even in the contest
I’m from a place where seagulls flock and people talk shit
From the solstice to the equinox
«The way my lungs sound, yo I should see a doctor,»
Said my homie, sipping water out a fifth of vodka
Notorious on the far side for rollin proper
Girls who pass me by, now they call me Big Papa
Looking for my soul can’t find it anymo'
I ain’t tripping off hoes; I’ll get plenty mo'
Living every day like my last twenty fo'
Hours. Yo I grew up like a wildflower
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
I’m dancing with demons trying to get even
Strangling humans and hearing 'em screaming
It’s kind of amusing, the shit that I’m seeing when I’m dreaming
Got other dreams I can’t talk about, they’re too crazy. What the fuck is new
lately?
I won’t blow up and be Jay-Z if I’m too lazy
So I’ve been writing more than ever since my boo played me She came back, and now she say she wants me I put it bluntly, like Smith and Wesson: I don’t front seat
When I was sixteen, got punched in my front teeth
Some gang member tried to jump me cause I punked him on the mic
Now I’m stronger; it ain’t nothing to fight
And that bitch named life? Well she wasn’t my type
Got this hunger when I’m writing, like thunder and lightning
Something exciting, other people finding it frightening
Nothing to bite, leaving dumb chumps enlightened
Denzel outta Washington remember I’m a titan
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try
Put your hands up, keep 'em high
And we gon' do this 'til we die
You might make it, you could fly
But you won’t know if you don’t try