Lost Faith

[Verse]

Uh yeah, yeah

Uh yeah, yeah

Look

They wanna know my mic game, it’s ’98, Game 6

Wealthy soul, they wanna know how I’m happy but ain’t rich

Tried to test me, lied as a youngin, and I ain’t bitch

Realized this whole game an illusion, ain’t been the same since

Ain’t many worse enemies than impatience

Vain princes sit upon thrones made of vagueness

Me? My effect directed a young Sway

My effect, director, it's Scorse

They pose, oughta bе themselves, yеah they Jorge

New York kid, they watch me from oy veys to oyes

Cats get a little bit and just do what the coin say

I’m invested in myself, win or lose, that boy play

Try to be humble, I feel like an antithesis

Somethin’ like a West Hollywood breast

I bottle the stress, then learn to let it pour on the page or on the stage, never knew how important my stains

Probably have to sell a million records ‘fore I’m embraced by the cool table and by that time it be boring and fake

Do you know what it’s like to have morals these days?

It’s hard to believe in karma, and rewards seem in vain

But I suppose the prose alone is in itself the destination

I am the excavation, the soul of a restless nation

Composed of every one of your woes and hesitations

Saw the script, and I burned it, the smoke rose from the basement

So whatever my lineage or rank that they fit me in

Bury me a city kid, product of the shit we live

Try to try to live to give, think I might succeed it

Just don’t let the ones who’s hollow critique it, say I’s a genius

Call ‘em on their bullshit in the spirit of Craft

Even wise men walk in circles when they clearing a path

And may those who felt the love outnumber vast those who had to get near to the wrath and steer clear of the trash

[Hook]

I almost lost faith

I swear I almost faith

But that’s what every boss face

Fuck your lil’ bizarre takes

Homie, look at Marl pace

Even when I’m off-base

I ain’t runnin’ yall race

No, no, no, no, no

Yeah