EPILOGUE

Yeah, straight up

God thank you for waking me up this morning
God thank you for blessing me with such abundance, the prosperous rain keeps pouring
And I ain't gotta be selling out shows and stadiums to let you know that I'm soaring
And if God be protecting me, got no Patek on me, I know we going for more and,
This is boring
I know they gon miss me
I don't miss b
Cannot put me on a Tee, like I'm grizzly
Still on the grind, gotta pack up my mind
Got 'em forming a line
And they loading up Penskes
Who is gon diss me?
All 'em throwing they shade like a frisbee
Crossing that line, and you step onto mine,
Well I guess that is fine
But you better be ready to fight evidently
I stand for my worth
Got my hands in the dirt
And I'm writing this stanza for work
'Cause you know this my job
It is mine
And can't nobody tell me I'm wearing a skirt
'Cause I'm wearing the pants
No advance
Got my ties in the rap game from deep in the earth
I don't think bout the past
I don't dance
But tonight I'ma have to get jiggy for sure
If this was a overview
Then I'm showing you
What it's been like, it's a ride, having known you
I'm 'bouta leave half my homies behind
I don't wanna, but know they gon' stay on mind
'Cause I never forget, it's how I live
I don't really wanna talk about any of them
'Cause I'll break down again
I can't stand being hundreds of miles up the road, it's a sin

And it's the only world I've ever known

Look, if they clutching they chrome
He got hit in his dome
Now he laying six under his stone
And now nobody know
What was he gon' do, and where would he go
It's a sad reality that is for sure
Can't be me, not that
I'm not scared of death
But I'm scared of not making it past
And not leaving my mark
Gotta start on it today I'm making a pact
And my pride is hurt
I know I need church
I need to get up out my mind for certain
I ain't perfect
But I ain't gotta stress to know where I'm gonna go out and find the word
The pages turning
When I get up in my head I can start the feel the pain returning
But I'm still working
Meanwhile they say they gonna but the never had a baby birkin'
That's for certain
Drop a track and it's like what's next?
It ain't good enough I'm always upset
That's perfectionist it ain't perfect
Mistakes hit me like Vontaze Burfict
And I'm gearing up with ammunition
Acquisitions stacking up with my premonitions
Swear I'm different
But they tell me I'm the same
But it's already the end of the game

But the epilogue isn't the end
Always something after instead

Yeah
And they'll still find a way to be upset
When the songs barely half way done yet
It's too long, it's too long, but it's long enough to relay my mindset
But the proper length I still ain't find yet
It seems like as time passes
I find my distractions
Actions leading me to a place where I'm chasing the past tense
Blasphemous raps and lavish jackets
Really make for album sales reaching max reactions
And that's facts man
My raps feel like I'm running tax on the poor
'Cause I'm robbin the hood out of packs and awards
Perhaps I'm sure
When I should be getting funds out the dresser drawer
I'm getting funds from collective scholarships, accolades, and awards
Stats report
The streams nothing, 12 cents recorded
I'll report it
But I feel like I'm getting mad ignored
Feel like I'm kissing the floor
That these promoters walk upon indoors
Just tryna get my music live in stores
And I'm abhorred
By every executive in the war room
"There's been a million come before you"
Like I ain't nothing special standing on your floor, dude
I guess that I have gotta make it just to show you
They tell me that I ain't worth it
They tell me that I am worthless
They tell me my music garbage
They wish that they never heard it
They tell me to quit the working
Like I'm workin' so hard day and night
Shoutout Cudi 'cause she knows this how I live my life
Ain't no strife
Not physical, but it's just more the typical in mind
Struggle to find some peace
Between the sheets my dreams be hitting home
Tell me I'll do it different
Tell me I won't be alone
I know it, I know
They say we all gotta grow
And find that place we calling home
But it's where nobody knows
I dial with my phone
It rings until the voicemail it goes
And when I cannot here your voice it's to the stu' that I go
Unleash the pressure and toxicity from deep down below
I know

And know I just graduated when I wrote this
Nostalgia hittin' and sometimes you know it's potent
It hit you right when you coping
Half the time nobody know it
You chosen to not tell
'Cause you know that you'll never show it
No matter where that you going
You fake it until you make it
You gotta look like a pro then
You always got that chip on ya' shoulder
Some people call it toxic masculinity
I call it being something I pretend to be
I've always been thick-skinned individual
It's how I was taught
'Cause when somebody try to pick at you
You can't let it rock ya' world
It'll pick you and drop you on your head
This world will shake you 'til you wish that you was dead
So when the world be throwing punches you can help but spit the lead
Try to solve all your problems, but end up make 'em worse instead
I get up

Momma told me not to talk to the thugs
Momma told me not to talk to the thugs
Teachers told don't get involved with the drugs
I seen it destroy, it kills people that you look up to
Seen it as a young dude, get you dead and can't undo
The damage it cause to you and your family, that's crude
But I guess nobody planned to be dead before 22
And who knows where I be going next
And if the story ends here, guess it was well said
Well spoken,well told, and well relayed
'Cause if somebody feeling bold, then my mind just might be changed
But the epilogue, tells the story of what comes after
I'm more than just a soul, I'm more than just a rapper
The illest of spitters could easily pass me up
But that's the beauty in the beast so you can tally it up