TRACK 22

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life has been livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born, it's Mark Wahlberg in the desert storm
Got a record deal with some braces on me
We a boy band, face it, homie
And these boys all chasin' homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films

I'm makin' peace with all my demons 'fore I clock out
It never comes as we perceive it 'til we drop out
I'm too big to burn a bridge that I should stomp out
I got a vision, I ain't quittin' 'til I'm crossed out
And even then, I still be screamin' from the nosebleeds
To let 'em know I never let the pressure know me
You couldn't even hold a candle to the old me
So what I look like when you try to control me
I'm on a mission to reclaim the times that broke me
The life I took is not the one that fuckin' chose me
And I ain't goin' back, I'm ridin' in the sunset
I'm pacin' between self-awareness and civil unrest
Oh, everything I sign with every label seems to suggest
My fate is pre-determined, I'm for certain that's my success

I got everything I want and I want somethin' else
I try to fill the void and pull the Bible off the shelf
Ashes on my sheets, I find it hard to sleep
I got little problems, I know y'all sick of hearin'
I think I'm missin' somethin' but I can't think of nothin'
That's true

Real life, man, wonder what it feel like
Whole life has been livin' someone else life
What life like if I was born, it's Mark Wahlberg in the desert storm
Got a record deal with some braces on me
We a boy band, flex, it homie
And these boys all chasin' homie
I'm tryna make a dozen films

In the back, in the back
Make it to Jerusalem with my fam in the back
In the back, in the back
The haters still infragrant but that payback is exact
House pad to the max
Niggas in the kitchen, niggas in the back
Nothing in my fridge but my hunger is in that
Niggas havin' visions, layin' down on tracks
Shit been south central, niggas in the back
In the back, when I make it I'ma

I would do it in the dungeon, no barely funct—
I would do it in the dungeon, just barely function, picki—
I would do it from the dungeon, could barely function
Pickin' strawberry with my aunty, with the answers
With the long sleeves, upper ground pool in the backyard
With the bare pull, with the bad luck
Shouldn't wait on me, takes a while 'fore that bed, homie
Dead homies