Uh, uh, uh—
Yeah—
You know what this feels like?
This feels like this–
Feels like I'm back where I started
Watching Full House
While we living in half an apartment
Slap boxing my demons
I'm a passionate artist
I used to square up in New York
That's Madison Garden
Old Navy shoes, GAP jeans
And my jackets from Target
And I worked my ass off
To get cash for these garments
Dead broke, that hustle
I had to be on it
My future kept looking scary
It had to be haunted
I wanna get all of the things
That my family's wanting
I want Forbes to tally up
What my salary's costing
I wanna smoke in the Tezzy
While the battеries charging
I want more to back up
What I'm actually talking
And nevеr end back where I started
Cause life's a bitch who makes jokes
And she's laughing the hardest
(Yeah, damn—) But I digress
Dear God, how many times I gotta ask
If I'm next?
Uh, uh—
Uh, uh—
Uh—
Devoted artist
Warm-blooded but cold-hearted
This fame game insane
And I ain't sold on it
Every contract begging me
To put my soul on it
My life's a movie scene
It's about time that I roll on it
Camera action, steady panning
Fan interaction turn into attraction
Now I'm steady macking
Getty picture flashing
Louis shoes with Prada pants
It's heavy mixed and matching
I've got an itch for fashion
Switched to acting
And then switched to rapping
A different challenge
But I'm fit to manage
That real trick is balance
I used to dream of being rich—imagine
And now I'm at the poker table
Stacking chips, snacking
Chick magnet, but I'm never distracted
Hating niggas wanna talk?
Then we can diss-track it
I've been working on myself
I'm tryna get active, quit habits
So I don't end up back where I started
Uh, uh—
Uh, yeah—
Bring it back right here
Roll another
I'm healing myself
Ladder to success
I'm reaching the ceiling myself
This view's amazing dawg
You just have to see for yourself
I'm Pee Wee Herman at the movies
I'm feeling myself
I remember Gun Hill Road
Where they were packing beads
Purple bandanas were standard
For the Latin Kings
Drug dealers stacking green
Slip and slide for the ice
While I was inside watching Happy Feet
Happy me, happily with family
I would choose them any day
Over friends, if you're asking me
Maybe that's the reason
Why I wasn't packing heat
Slap happy, trigger fingers
Just for cash to eat
Momma was a Queen
And Daddy was a King
I'm a product of resilience
I shoot another project
And I'll probably get a million
I live to 65 and I could probably get a billion
Inherit it to my children so they can make a trillion
And never end back where I started
I can't explain what this feeling is
Uh, uh—
Uh, uh—
Uh—
Bring that Jay-Z shit back
Look, watch—
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
This that Jay-Z shit
Uh—hehe
You know what I'm saying?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—
Uh, uh, uh—
Yeah—
You know what this feels like?
This feels like this–
Feels like I'm back where I started
Watching Full House
While we living in half an apartment
Slap boxing my demons
I'm a passionate artist
I used to square up in New York
That's Madison Garden
Old Navy shoes, GAP jeans
And my jackets from Target
And I worked my ass off
To get cash for these garments
Dead broke, that hustle
I had to be on it
My future kept looking scary
It had to be haunted
I wanna get all of the things
That my family's wanting
I want Forbes to tally up
What my salary's costing
I wanna smoke in the Tezzy
While the battеries charging
I want more to back up
What I'm actually talking
And nevеr end back where I started
Cause life's a bitch who makes jokes
And she's laughing the hardest
(Yeah, damn—) But I digress
Dear God, how many times I gotta ask
If I'm next?
Uh, uh—
Uh, uh—
Uh—
Devoted artist
Warm-blooded but cold-hearted
This fame game insane
And I ain't sold on it
Every contract begging me
To put my soul on it
My life's a movie scene
It's about time that I roll on it
Camera action, steady panning
Fan interaction turn into attraction
Now I'm steady macking
Getty picture flashing
Louis shoes with Prada pants
It's heavy mixed and matching
I've got an itch for fashion
Switched to acting
And then switched to rapping
A different challenge
But I'm fit to manage
That real trick is balance
I used to dream of being rich—imagine
And now I'm at the poker table
Stacking chips, snacking
Chick magnet, but I'm never distracted
Hating niggas wanna talk?
Then we can diss-track it
I've been working on myself
I'm tryna get active, quit habits
So I don't end up back where I started
Uh, uh—
Uh, yeah—
Bring it back right here
Roll another
I'm healing myself
Ladder to success
I'm reaching the ceiling myself
This view's amazing dawg
You just have to see for yourself
I'm Pee Wee Herman at the movies
I'm feeling myself
I remember Gun Hill Road
Where they were packing beads
Purple bandanas were standard
For the Latin Kings
Drug dealers stacking green
Slip and slide for the ice
While I was inside watching Happy Feet
Happy me, happily with family
I would choose them any day
Over friends, if you're asking me
Maybe that's the reason
Why I wasn't packing heat
Slap happy, trigger fingers
Just for cash to eat
Momma was a Queen
And Daddy was a King
I'm a product of resilience
I shoot another project
And I'll probably get a million
I live to 65 and I could probably get a billion
Inherit it to my children so they can make a trillion
And never end back where I started
I can't explain what this feeling is
Uh, uh—
Uh, uh—
Uh—
Bring that Jay-Z shit back
Look, watch—
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—
Uh-huh, uh
This that Jay-Z shit
Uh—hehe
You know what I'm saying?
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh—