Yeah, look
Somebody in my, yeah
Somebody in my comments said "Just give us that rap"
They said "Give me those bars," they said "I miss the old Pack"
I feel like me too, I miss the good old days
I had no fake ass fans, my songs would get eight plays
There were no expectations, I had patience
Only opinions I gave a fuck about were day ones
Now my music A1, money good, I make some
Tell me why this ain't fun, tell me why this ain't as fun
As I imagined back when I would talk it like it'd never happen
Pipe dreams turn to real life scenes
Turnin' broad deals down, I date a real life queen
I made a name 'round here, kids want to be like me
It's coming full circle (Full circle)
Yeah, it's coming full circle, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah yeah
I stay committed, I make it happen
They pay admission, I'm main attraction
Now I'm addicted, take shit for granted
Give me a minute, finding my balance again
Finding my balance again
Yeah
The other day, Apollo told me they were talking 'bout the local scene
Who the best and who was next, nobody would mention me
Then Apollo asked 'em why, they said I was out that thing
"He ain't local no more, he competing in a different league"
'Ppreciate the recognition, sometimes I need reminders
Home is where the heart is, it's hard to leave behind us
I know I graduated, need to start acting like it
Stop justifying my position and get out the minors
Don't make me promise if you're accounting the minus
I'm never searching for words, only working for commas
See no purpose in comments, they misinterpret my kindness
They missing persons as rhymers, they only surface for drama
Studio never silent, 2 AM and I'm wylin'
Their timing is fucking off, my office fucking timeless
My spirit top shelf, my taste is the fucking finest
My touch is the fucking Midas, my luck is the fucking Irish
I stay committed, I make it happen
They pay admission, I'm main attraction
Now I'm addicted, take shit for granted
Give me a minute, finding my balance
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