[Intro: J. Cole]
In- in- in the grand scheme of things, like I'm not supposed to be here, man
I didn't sell drugs, I'm not gang affiliated, I went to college
I'm not supposed to be here
So I'ma be even more eyes
And even if I never even get that supreme confidence, I'ma still these n***as
You know what I mean?
Like I'ma always find a way

[Verse]
I been workin' hard tryna get it (Get it)
Lately, I been stressin' (Stressin')
Every single night, I feel like I'm outta sessions (Sessions)
And I can't even see past my complaints to count my blessin's (Hah)
And I been gone so long, every chick think I'm sexin' on another bitch (On another bitch)
Feel like this game tryna treat me like I'm Lovie Smith (Like I'm Lovie Smith)
Been rackin' my brain tryna come up with a summer hit
But fuck y'all, two step
I lose money, lose sleep, and I lose sex
Lose all of this shit but never lose stress (Hah)
Hopin' that one day, I see a new check
Fuck all that complainin' ('Plainin'), convinced I'ma make it
Remember that statement
I got that shit comin' from Pops to the bottom
That's attics and basements
My team on my back and I swear I won't drop 'em (Drop 'em)
I feel like a racist, huh, 'cause fuck these n***as
Really I be like, "Fuck these n***as"
Look, if this shit don't work
Then I'm grabbin' a vest and I'm Googlin' how to create me a bomb
Go in to Capitol Records with TEC's and some weapons
And switchin' my thoughts to Sadaam
If y'all don't start playin' my records, I know I'm the best
Just to come out the West
And so this is a stick-up, like this is erections
In order to come, I'ma need me my credit, n***a
Huh, fuck waitin' on a chest, muhfucka I'ma take one
If a door ain't open, I'ma make one
If a shot ain't there, I create one, hah
'Cause this is my season
My heart, my sweat, and I'm bleedin', uh
Shout out Del Amo, uh, muhfucka, this REASON