Losing track of time, working round the clock Living by a book with no author Only Entitled To Depature Interludes include anything youve altered Future so delicate, use to dwell on shit Like is rap the new fellowship The cards dealt were not ideal But everyday I deal, and every night I deal No wheels, shits too real Its hard to catch me during the week, its hide and seek Scrapping dollars together, I hope to go to Mumbai But in the back of my mind I know we aint promised much Way too honest and down on my luck God Famous... Walking on top of hades Hoping that they listen to my lastest PHONZZ wants a win and they hate it, I feel like thats it maybe But thoughts like that are so crazy The homie just cut a whole song with Ye, now I dont feel like Im even close to fate We got our whole lives to accomplish But we always promised nonsense Its a part of growing up in this life America circa 2014 Felt if I went to school Id be good No money for school but I would Let me know when the ship sails for getting money Yeaaah I know it wont Thats why I stay learning, everyday, its kinda funny I feel Ive been an enemy to money, my whole life But youre not not promised riches So Im slaving away in the kitchen I just wanna go home and make hot shit I just wanna explore these options Or tour but Im cautious If you got the force you can move mountains Then you can push a porche, the irony that So much in store just for me to cop some shit I think its badwater that I sipped All this negativity in me and shit Not tryna buy into it I wish I knew some of it, still figuring it out Im living, all of this, day in day out Time that Ive loaned Someone else owns Whod I become? Ooh, ooh, I think Im gone Lost my worth and turned to stone No memories, of the beginning, no Time Ive loaned All gone
loaned, promised, depature, badwater, phonzz