Staring at a blank page
All my wrongs I should be writing
But I'm caught up with deciding if I flee or demand change
Damn, I'm just caught up in this road rage
Filthy where you been?
I've been MIA
Honestly, I don't got that much to say
I'm trying to get it right
This life be a race, put it on my race I blackout outer space!
I need percentages, ain't nothing better than
The money the fetish and ain't no comparing it
I've been a veteran, all of this meddling really be selling it
My pen has been separate, show me your best work
I bet that it sounds like a parody, enough with the bragging
I'm out in the field and see why some niggas retracting
The game only add up ya stress and all that you love is subtracted
As soon as you hoping for less, the pressure goes up like Aladdin
And I might be the captain, but me and my crew pushing waves like a baptist, yeah!
Staring at a blank page
All my wrongs I should be writing
But I'm caught up with deciding if I flee or demand change
Damn, I'm just caught up in this road rage
Staring at a blank page
All my wrongs I should be writing
But I'm caught up with deciding if I flee or demand change
Damn, I'm just caught up in this road rage
Got these niggas doing backflips
Tryna jump on my wave
Taking a bite out my style
Nigga I already ate
You been looking outta place
But there's nothing on ur plate
I been moving way too fast
I fell in love with 808s
Tell me now why aren't loving me
They hoping I fall I give it my all
Thank you I don't need the company
I'm digging a hole, way deep in my soul
And soon I'll be picking the money tree
You gotta start wit lil seed
Let that shit grow out of hole
Soon you'll be feelin so bubbly
All of my demons they under me
Sorry I don't...
Yea yea
Staring at a blank page
All my wrongs I should be writing
But I'm caught up with deciding if I flee or demand change
Damn, I'm just caught up in this...