They don't know I'm not okay
I hide it pretty good though
I don't say it face to face
I guess I probably should so
I swear to God I know your ways
My problem isn't you don't
Ask me how I'm doing
Cuz you knew and all I have to prove
Remember who you used to be
By 17 he had forgotten
Every word they tried give him
Every single broken promise
Low priorities
Your family or fans to be
The fuel for all my fantasies
To be the man he plans to be
There is no other option

Its Exactly like you wanted
Kept your treasures to yourself
And now your acting like your haunted
Know your measurements of wealth
That have you stacking just to flaunt it
On the brink something special
Or the brink of going mental
(go mental)
Slow hits, don't choke kid
Nights young where my keys man hold this
That smoke drift, that whole 5th
Like we seen on the screen man don't trip
Popping whatever they give me
I'm stressing
Just Stop me before I go getting arrested
My blessings, i count'em
My checking, i count'em
Take all of my savings to spread on the counter
Burn all of your cabbage
Then rap it like this
Ima show im a savage
I'm throwing it backwards
I'll Savage a show
This is like rap
That subliminal flow
This is that
I wanna give you more flow
This is black album-esque
Hitting like hov
No kidding
Oh this is that
Serious flow
On a mission
To piss in your cereal bowl
Its Exactly like you wanted
Kept your treasures to yourself
And now your acting like your haunted
Know your measurements of wealth
That have you stacking just to flaunt it
Im on the brink something special
Or the brink of going mental
(go mental)

(Do you know)
How many minutes i've spent
Creating an image from debt
To making a visible dent
Imagining changing the world for the better's not making the check
And i'm making a mess
So i might as well take what i get
I might just add breaks for the breath
Nah
I write to escape the regrets
Nah
I'm hoping it's fresh
And get it all out
On the table as soon as I can
Waking up someday like damn
Is this all there is
There's gotta be more to this shit
Than just hopping on labels and making it rich
Are you taking it in
It's shaking and breaking within
This isn't a song for the masses
This isn't a radio hit
This is too strong to be captured
And packaged, ready to ship
Its Exactly like you wanted
Kept your treasures to yourself
And now your acting like your haunted
Know your measurements of wealth
That have you stacking just to flaunt it
On the brink something special
Or the brink of going mental
(go mental)