Yo
Its Mista
Konfidential what's up
Lets go
Look, I don't know if I can take this anymore
Same liquor store
I'm just trying to choose a path
Trying to pick a door
What you Living for
Yeah look I ain't new to this
The way these rappers acting
Funny man it's ludicrous
I'm not a criminal no more I could get used to this
My reputation in the street means I'm the truth of this
Flying overseas I been fucking stewardess
Let's take attendance check in on my student list
Sorting through my DM's readin I'm their influences
They remind me of the reasons why I'm doing this
Check your actions man you're acting like a uterus
The way you acting like they sacked up is humorous
Or they'll reflect on you through pastures and you eulogistic
Can tell you're threatened by my stature and fluentness
I'm trying to make it to the pinnacle I've been pursuing
And I'm a bring all of my homies its a revolution
So you should join and then contribute to this evolution
If you ain't lifting up your Homies what the fuck you doing
Not really sure there's too much more of this that I can take
Like this whole industry is built off artists being fake
I promise I won't disappear the day I catch my break
And make sure all my people eating off my dinner plate
I don't know if I can take this any more
End up at the same spot, same liquor store
I'm trying to choose a path trying to pick a door
If you ain't aiming for the top what are you living for
I don't know if I can take this any more
End up at the same spot, same liquor store
I'm trying to choose a path trying to pick a door
If you ain't aiming for the top what are you living for
So tell me what your living for, I got the key I'm picking doors
Circle small, I've heard it all, liquored up at liquor stores
We all fighting different wars, trying to take what isn't yours
Aiming for the industry, got the game Hittin floors
And I do this till my dying day
Lay up on my grave I don't care how much time it takes
Pulling out my hair while I'm cracking under pressure
While I'm reaching for a smoke, grab a pack up off my dresser
Staring at the floor, with these questions in my head
Like why I keep doing this, I'm better off dead
The devil keeps talking, telling secrets in my ears
Giving me desires, but it's grievance that I fear
I peer into the mirror, not likin my reflection
Lookin at myself and notice every imperfection
I'm second guessin', questioning my choices
I gotta choose a path, stay away from all these poisons
I don't know if I can take this any more
End up at the same spot, same liquor store
I'm trying to choose a path trying to pick a door
If you ain't aiming for the top what are you living for
I don't know if I can take this any more
End up at the same spot, same liquor store
I'm trying to choose a path trying to pick a door
If you ain't aiming for the top what are you living for