Yeah
Tajai
Sensei
2, 5 I feel too alive
What y'all talking
Like a day off, I feel a shift when I walk in
The judgment clouding me
I feel all eyes on me
I look exhausted, it's the playoffs
Nonetheless
I feel fresh I'm at my best
Amongst the chaos
Here go another program that I keep on installing
I feel like the only Truman amongst
Meryl & Marlon
You know reality show stars whatever you call em'
As the whole industry recalling
Fixated on numbers won't skew my views
Jewels I drop out the simulation
Switch places I wonder
If you could walk in these shoes
Let alone tie my laces
Whether it's abrasive or subtle
I seem to ruffle some feathers
Burst bubbles
Quarter century later
I dug deep upon hidden treasure
Beneath all the struggle
Rubble it piled up
They say I don't smile enough
What's to smile about?
Like I need to be happy
It's like a canon event how a nigga be wildin' out
It needed to happen
Like a rite of passage
Live my whole life backwards
Now I'm just back in action
As far whatever's lacking
I brought back in fashion
Some say heart or passion
Some say art of rapping
Sensei don't say much I just get active
This would be my pocket if I had one
Far as chances go you niggas had none
Depressive episodes and some slow jamming
We interrupt your regularly schedule programming
I ain't done nearly enough damage