Missing out on perfection is a bad move
That's why I put 600% into everything I do
You'll find I've got more sides than unlimited pi
My life has become only highlights of all of the things I've always wanted
Like the third line, I have unlimited sides
Multifaceted without ever going back again
Keeping it real with everyone I've landed with, stuck around to see this ship
Had faith in me like when religion was originally invented
One face is my music, always on the grind
Kept it constant like the manager at the sideline, same guy
13 years and counting, until the last day of my life
Die surrounded with picks and an sg at my side
Seen everything I've wanted, antithetical blind
Now I spent my time speaking into a gold mic
New sounds found in the branching out like a clown, I'm so profound
I been doing this by myself for a while off my own funding
Hoping that I stumble onto something but I found nothing
Searching the Internet, just a bunch of other people struggling
Networking and juggling who I wanna be
The guy with job security or the man of the function
Drawing parallels from here to London
Drawing money out my bank ooh
Scared money don't make no money and it's the same with stupid people too
But anyways I'm trying to make things happen
Yeah yeah I heard that before, so is everyone that's rapping
Acting, flashing cameras, fashion modeling, passion
What's yours, I'm asking
Or does it really matter, what's the end goal
Fame, fortune or something in the middle
Most people don't get back what they putting in so
Might as well jus' have some fun with it, keep it simple
I'm not leaving, days spent not breathing
Ray of light on the mic when I'm speaking
Regret the life that it feels like I'm stealing, thieving
Who knows what will happen in the evening
It's not pleasing, colour red painted seething
Lying on my bed looking up at the ceiling
Sky's falling down its revealing
It's so profound how I'm feeling, I'm down and I'm reeling
I wonder why the fuck we all comply
To the work day, no life, dollar signs in each eye
Spending every second on the grind I'm trying to make the most of every second I can find
But it's harder every time
I'm getting larger every rhyme
I'ma keep it simple when I write
A symbol like Pi
When I die I'll tell the whole world I was right
Run and hide my brother it's our fight tonight