To be a star is far I'm spitting worse bars than jar-jar But you know where it's coming from Living life's becoming so encumber-some The only light is fulfilling my hunger 'fore the sun comes up Rest in peace to Dumile, Macadel, and jahseh Idols taught me stick with what i have to say Regardless of my mistakes and bad days, i have faith And people really talk shit like they give one I'm disconnected from the sitch, no charisma Pissed, had to step from the stigma Sick of the tricks, chose to stick to the vidya games Spit what i want, give a shit how it's sayed Give a shit how it's played, give a shit how it's made Long as it exists on this plane It'll stick with a brain like mine til decay And i'm not sorry i'm not tryna be your kid for the day See the system? I'm really tryna get my own way But of course, there's more issues in my face They're ignant to my fate I wanna run away but is there any place Art is where i fit in so i'll stay And i hope that all the time i've given hits that place in your soul My mind's a victim to the way nostalgia flows And of course it's easy to slip when i'm chasing my goal

I am floating above the ground No one can see me coming down Home Oh home

track gets cold in the thick wind the track gets cold in the thick wind gotta lap these hoes if you wanna win I unpack tree’s soul on a quick whim gotta fat street board for my big spin sike, I can’t spin but when I can I’ll be worldwide, can’t miss him you know you miss him like even though ever since I was a kid got a loose lid Bitch you know all the shit that I did? let alone I didn’t spread shit on my image, yes I made mistakes that shit feeling vintage, beat you like a scrimmage are you kidding bitch and they believe that shit? kittens you smacked I smacked back I regret both, I never had that close shit and we were closest so when I felt the cold distance my road got twisted and we both got dismissive but you were so vindictive so much I had predicted it but slipped in it still you were the tricky bitch, and you still tricked me shit I’m just nicked from the knife you slicked, but couldn’t stick me right you couldn’t pick my life and strip it to white I’m on quite a new trip, so move bitch I got higher planes to claim in my youthfulness Though woes do exist, I’ll stop listing them I got shit to feel bliss about I’m blessed from being left, chill on the couch I got the crib to myself, homie’ll still vouch for me known him since twelve, when we had dreams of playing on beat machines and now we sell tapes and smell great, take a look at the look on my face see it from outer space, pass the mic to a pal since i grew up on this planet like them, can't care what they say managing my friends is easier than back in grade school (why they think you showing off?) it's 'cause i got the brightest flame minding my own business while they fight for expectations no one i know really shares my same taste every day reminded i'm just kinda unrelatable took me a long time to realize most eyes are on the lyrics not the instrumentalization we're in the middle of a venn diagram and the main thing making us stay is speaking language to communicate this anguish and celebration i hope you make it as great as HK did took me ages, now i lay on a plane where my face can be taken on wax like straight facts