| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, look |
| Look, I feel like I think too much |
| Spilling my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much |
| Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much |
| Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much |
| Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much |
| Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me |
| But temptation dancing in front of me and we link too much |
| Headed for greatness, but look, I ain’t got the patience |
| I feel like I’m on the brink too much |
| Nigga writin' verses while at work hustling |
| Niggas told me I dream too much |
| Feel I ain’t dream enough |
| I was making 80K a year but still broke |
| I put it all into music |
| I guess I believed too much |
| You can’t tell me shit, nigga |
| I wrote down what I lived to become a rich nigga |
| I bet on me |
| I will volunteer my life and my wages |
| Employed all of my homies, so in turn, I was working for free |
| But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it |
| I ain’t put me here, my nigga, the fans did it |
| In L.A. I opened doors for this soulful shit |
| Nigga’s career like oven mitts how I had a hand in it |
| A storm coming |
| Look blindly and bravely, I’m gon' stand in it |
| Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood |
| You can trap and be a young boy misunderstood |
| And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good, but fuck it |
| Look, I feel like I think too much |
| Spilling my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much |
| Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much |
| Handle the pressure, I turn to liquor and drink too much |
| Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much |
| Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me |
| But temptation dancing in front of me and we link too much, shit |
| Feel like a, look, look |
| I done made this shit home brew |
| I done took the street tales, turned that shit soulful |
| Don’t tell me that you proud of me, I did what I’m supposed to, talk |
| We can’t be proud unless we can bring a rose through |
| How the fuck I’m proud when my mama need a cane? |
| Convinced that it ain’t shit wrong with it, it’s just the pain, stress, |
| and anxieties |
| In church talking to God like, «nigga, why you lie to me?» |
| Told me everything was gon' be fine, and now they cited him |
| He was at a function with his niggas |
| Wasn’t even on that type of time this time, niggas chilling |
| A fight broke out between his cousins, niggas tripping |
| One thing led to another, his cousin killed him |
| He ain’t about to speak on what happened, but now he locked |
| His cousin ain’t talking, so he just sitting in the box |
| Just a week ago he had a scholarship to get the fuck up outta here |
| Now he sitting, crying there |
| One of the toughest niggas I know, he’s so strong |
| Talked to Auntie Sandra, she put Mel up on the phone |
| Could tell that he was broken when I asked him how it’s goin' |
| But as black men we taught to pretend it ain’t nothing wrong |
| Shit, well fuck it |
| Look, I feel we pretend too much |
| Lost in this fake persona gon' be the end of us |
| Niggas keep killing niggas, that shit like a trend for us |
| Give it to you straight, shit, this world never been for us |
| Shit |
| Look, I feel like I think too much |
| Pressure keep getting to me, I feel like I drink too much |
| Don’t never let 'em tell you you can’t do it |
| That’s the fucking problem with our people |
| Sometimes we don’t dream enough, so |