I'm afraid of this impending fame impeding on my freedom
Chasing chains until their on my neck so tight that I can't breath
I think it's time to leave 'em in the dust, I don't need 'em
Yeah, my Subaru's a bucket but it gets from A to B
Stunt with my arm out the window flashing gold on my wrist
And they questioning about the way I live
Priorities are twisted, they think they know me well
Stacking gift cards for this watch, plus a sale
And I Stay buying, yeah, I stay trying to live
This standard of life I wanna provide for my kids
Trying times for my lady I supply her a kiss
In hopes it creates a moment that inspires her bliss
Fire from lips, scripture from a thought on my phone
Sit down rapping, bar stool for a throne
City of rain, new empire Tacoma
Still repping the Bay never too far from my home

And they wonder 'bout the things he do
And they wonder 'bout the way he live
And they wonder if that boy is fake
I wonder if I should even give a shit
And I wonder if they even care
Enough to buy a CD
Do they care while I'm alive?
Or will they care when I'm deceased

Student loans stacking right beside my photographs
Picture perfect future happens prioritizing my craft
Idolizing the greats, trying to make papes
Trying to find the kind of resources it can create
This backpack is heavy I'm carrying more than raps
Feel the whole world weighing down on my back
I got a long list of promises, I'll follow through I promise this
I know I lost my way but my loyalty's come along again
I know, I know, I'm singing this old song again
Tried to run away but cannot outrun all my problems
LaLa, Jaz, and God and them
Looking down on me, I want them to say they proud of want
Want to plant ideas like seeds and grow a garden
Ain't asking for permission, I ain't begging your pardon
My cousin asked, "Why you acting brand new?
Stay in your lane, but take your hands off ten and two, cousin."

And they wonder 'bout the things he do
And they wonder 'bout the way he live
And they wonder if that boy is fake
I wonder if I should even give a shit
And I wonder if they even care
Enough to buy a CD
Do they care while I'm alive?
Or will they care when I'm deceased

I used to think this rap thing was cash for words
Now I listen to the radio it's backwards
The more you say the less that you paid
And even worse producers gotta use a clap and 808s
And suddenly, conveniently, I ain't jot pages in days
Am I in it 'cause I love it or the bank
Am I above it or just one of the fakes
Was I hungry or tired of the crumbs on my plate
Looking for a budget that included a steak
An abundance of a substance to reduce all the pain
Settle for a distraction, a numb for the pain
Help me forget solutions I'm responsible to gain
Yo, what am I in for
To help my peoples or simply dine on a dinner roll
My cousin asked, "Why you acting brand new?
Stay in your lane, but take your hands off ten and two, cousin."

And they wonder 'bout the things he do
And they wonder 'bout the way he live
And they wonder if that boy is fake
I wonder if I should even give a shit
And I wonder if they even care
Enough to buy a CD
Do they care while I'm alive?
Or will they care when I'm deceased