Verse 1: I been Talkin to God as if my name is Moses, said I worship you alone he said that claim is bogus Cause I been pretty inconsistent where I place my focus When I’m alone the only time he seem to take my notice I paved this road into a corner now I can’t reverse, and if I wanna solve a problem then I gotta understand it first I hate advice and for that I pay the price cause I kill the very same relationships that coulda saved my life but can I just vent I don’t wanna be forced into something just like pushpin So I’m just blocking out the noise, presupposing intentions of the people surrounding I probably shoulda just listened Hook: What’s a man to do? (Oh Lord) Verse 2: I been speaking to satan like some parseltounge He make me take apart my phrases, parse words til my heart is numb So most my days I feel subpar, at least for part of em Partly obedient so God might take my sins and only partially pardon em And I couldn’t blame em I’ve birthed some problematic grudges Probably shouldn’t name em Cuz then I’m claiming possession Man I could make a profession From filling every single corner of my place with aggression Now there’s no space for some blessings I could use some painkillers For real it’s just I’m pretty far from a pharmacist walk thru every single village feelin I don’t belong in it Like I’m parking my car ina Handicapped spot Any bad thoughts Are hard to stop em from marching in They say I’m foolin myself Not thinkin I’m full of myself They tryna nark on a narcissist Apart from apartments I never feel at home Depart department stores with parcels hoping they can heal my soul People split up into parties like parliament Only problem is I ain’t invited to em They despise what I been doin Cuz I decline alignment to em If I bend to be to accepted tell me what is it I am proving Yeah Mind of a genius the heart of an artist Cuz Down to the bone how far in my scars is Pathetic, worthless Or poetic purpose? To live as a scrivener Too bad I’m more like Bartleby than Barnabas Cuz thats never been what my target is Should be hard to miss but Then again I’m no Artemis I’m praying on my tombstone no letters are scarlet If I don’t ever grow up how can I measure my harvest? Maybe it don’t really matter like pleasuring harlots As long as dues is paid Then it’s whatever it’s nonsense put Respect On my carcass A Caucus of liars Around Pick up the glock stop cock it and fire Then hop up in the cockpit and fly up out of this hellhole I ain’t never coming back here homie hell no Rippin away from this place I was stuck to like Velcro But then I leave behind everything I ever felt for Hook: What’s a man to do? Oh Lord what’s a man to do? (Oh well)

Verse 1: I hope you Know that I’m coming reserving the top as my spot now Hold on to something I’m swervin the whip throughout my town Better drop down If you see me and I’m looking like I got a couple scores to settle y’all avoid to meddle With any plans that I made You could land in a grave With ya face to dirt or worse scorched to rubble Oh wow Southern kid with a dream But he did what he schemed When there really wasn’t nobody around him with the vision to see What he fixin to be Its Like I put a pistol to Pete I give em a taste of they own meds Ignoring em now that they so obsessed These people make no sense like phone sex when you both deaf I think most deaf Cuz I’d most def Be mentioned with the greats like Mos Def If they would just listen my flow so cold see my own breath And Respect the OGs Ima listen what a pro says Bout my process So I progress I’m so blessed Why You talk more When you know less? Hook: And I won’t ever let go, I’ll achieve my dream, my goal Said ima do something, best believe ya best believe that ima do something Verese 2: Heard somebody say I’m a natural in a world fulla try hards My bars Sounding so effortless Guess that is the reason they eff with this demons callin me worthless I don’t respond to they messages Father gave me a purpose So I press on to the precipice Lemme preface this Next thing With the fact that I got more range with the rapping than weight gain of anorexic chicks who turned extra thick So what I’m sayin that the lesson is Is that I’m excellent don’t you ever think I’m less than it Don’t you ever think I’m less than it The best to spit’s Reflection is what my perception is I make the flow flip like it was an acrobat You got not hits like a buncha bad at bats That was back to back Like Burt Bacharach My catalogue classic packed When I look at yall yall aint really half of that As a matter of fact Don’t be stabbing my back Cuz my head on a swivel And I could exterminate Every herd of fakes effort so little I Don’t got no clock for you nitwits Takeover ya block then I dip quick Run up my numbers like Fitbit Windows down in my whip whip Day in the life of a microphone killer Lord willin I’ll conquer my goals Put in the work and I pray for returns and I keep a close watch on my soul Hook

Intro: Rap or die sink or swim, man it’s up to you Tomorrow you could end up bein six feet deep its rap or die Verse 1: For 23 years of my life I been terrified Of parasites Sucking the life out of the game So bear in mind That I’m Appalled by All these garbage artists who all just be birthing the worst of verses I’ve heard so they all should get sterilized It’s rare to find A spitter similar to me I’ll terrorize The paradigm I’d rather hang with a pair of dimes Than hear your two cents I’m used to dudes being nuisances Solution is To make these duplicates Careers disappear Like I’m an illusionist I’m on that Harry Houdini I’ll bury You scheming Conniving Rivals Decline your vitals Im making em die Upon arrival Like an umbilical strangulation Lettin my syllables stain the pages Of ya top 10 lists, cuz I’m at the pinnacle Say I’m the greatest Gimme the payment I’m just tryna make a livin out here Told my comrades this how we bout to get it all year Probabably the first rap prodigy ever since Mobb Deep Ain’t no mythology when I tell you God got me He told me Hook: Rap or die sink or swim, man it’s up to you Be a rapper or cadaver whatchu gonna do Choice is yours either rip these beats Or tomorrow you could end up bein six feet deep Verse 2 (Jarren Benton): You better rap or die, pistol in his mouth you need to be pacified Before I’d be bastardized I’d stab my eyes with a plastic knife I’m married to the game throw out a bag of rice Southern hospitality make sure these n***as casket right I don’t have to sacrifice I seen too many blackened nights Some things cannot be rationalized N***as will cross you quicker than the passion of Christ I will not ask em twice for respect, n***as are asinine No wasting bullets I will not blast the 9 You never had to grind I had to get it up out of the earth surface Gotta fulfill my first purpose, disturbing, it’s murder B***h I still flourish One thing’s for certain, I bite the head off a serpent Wait till I catch you guys in person, n***a we purging, b***h it’s curtains Hook Verse 3: I was laid back in a casket in the back of a hearse swerving All these multiverse paths and I’m trapped in the worst version Ima go dimension hopping to explore my different options till the life I always wanted is actually first person World Searching till I find the one my alternate thrived in I’m here to replace him so that mean he can’t survive then I’m brainstorming over what method is most effective For the quickly turn the other me into a ghost objective I could lock him in a box inject some toxin in his oxygen Rob him of his spot and put my socks up in his moccasins I could Rock his watch and drop his wallet in my pocket then I’m comfortably positioned in the role he’d been an occupant In Hijacking all the buzz he built up off of dropping bangers All it took was some determination mixed with lots of anger Ain’t as hard as you would think cuz after all people typically ain’t properly prepared to face their doppelgänger Rapping or rigor mortis I can hear laughing and bitter voices Everybody so small minded but im always looking at the bigger portrait That’s straight facts Lay waste when I slay tracks Never straight-laced, everybody in a great haste make a stank face when I playback What I spit Ayo I really give my all for this Every single time that I’m in conference with my conscious it’s so obvious exactly what my options is Rap or die if I don’t make it you can find me where the coffins is

Verse 1: Ever since birth kept it authentic Never had respect for the fraudulent Gunnin for the check with the thought within Whatever I collect, know it’s God given In a world that don’t have any standards What’s the point of me minding my manners? People complain bout their life then turn around smile for the cameras Man I do not trust em They too accustomed to fussin bout nothin Just hush when I bust in want no interruption Need no introduction I’m done with these replicas repping repugnance with no repercussion Disgusting I’m vomiting Life is just liking and commenting Everyone tryna be somebody bound for fame Unoriginal they sound the same Call em homonym hominids Anonymous methods of pleasure obtaining is tainting The populous It ain’t innocuous What Im observing in all of us It’s Puttin stains on my oculus girls smash for the cash like a papercut And there’s vast amount of cats who will pay for love That’s dangerous And fake and I hate seein people vacate they faith just to make a buck All the tomfoolery To cop jewelry Is not suitin me I’m sick Over y’all lunacy Don’t got fluency In all the nonsense they spit I need a queen who ain’t acting obscene Who ain’t livin her life thru a screen And a team of my brothers who with it and never gon split Soon as I got that I’m off of the grid Hook: Cuz I cannot trust y’all So I’d rather go I know you fakers are only gon get in the way of my goals Yeah I do not trust y’all Homie that’s facts Last thing I want is to lie in a ditch with a knife in my back Don’t come around here with that counterfeit Won’t tolerate any amount of it Don’t come around here with that fraudulent Refusing to take any part in it Verse 2 (Jon Connor): Allow me to humble you, watch While I be watching you wannabes try to be something you not No you not takin my spot because I am the number in front of the number 2 slot You the type to be runnin from trouble and tellin people that you runnin ya block I do it so when I get up to heaven I get that respect when I run into Pac You rappers be talkin like yall got a death wish or need the vaccine, you wanna get shot In my hood they lovin it like the government they gon make sure you get it whether you like it or not All of the dudes that I knew that was willing to shoot was a fool doin life in a box And time’ll tell homie your soul is worth more than the price of a watch Women in competition with their daughters over who get the most attention through their follows Never had legitimate role models so they takin their clothes off for gold bottles To the pretenders carrying out the agenda, what you gain is nothing to what you render Sellin out is the equivalent to dementia, cause you become a name that nobody remembers Hook

Verse 1: Yeah Wake up with a buzz that’s leftover from last night He hate to wake because he dream about his past life Bottles on the floor his crib look like a crash site Alarm clock screaming time to clock in and get his cash right Cuz Time is money and money is alcohol He’s a decent lookin dude lookin bummy like How could all This happen to him? he used to be a student on the honor roll he had a lotta goals but he let em loose a while ago Now he got nothin ‘cept regret inside He sure to die by 35 working a dead end job And he knows it too So the only thing he knows to do is Pour one up Pour one up Pour one up for the people he pushed away cuz he was secretly hurting Those if he had opened up to could’ve relieved him of burdens Pour one up for opportunities missed For anytime he picked to do something stupid instead of pursuing his wish Yeah he refused to take risks cuz he was scared of failure Now every day after work he go to the corner retailer To cop A bottle of something cuz when drunken It make the world hurt less When checking out this what the store clerk says Hook (Michael Minelli): I can tell that your not happy something don’t seem right I know May not be my place to say this but you gotta let that baggage go It’s a cold world out there Verse 2: Wake up to a buzz that’s from a phone on her bedside First thing she does check social media websites She think ahead always plotting to get the next like And making sure that everybody know she live the best life She good at it no one know that she faking That dopamine be correlating with the notifications But it’s mostly just making Her lonely and vacant This road that shes taken Is only focusing on coping with pain with A strangers attention She’s hated herself since she was sixteen that keeps her motivated tryna keep her profile pristine And She’ll take love any place she can get it So she gon post A pic then post another pic Post a pic for all the times she ain’t feel pretty enough For every guy who said he love her just so she might feel comfortable about givin it up Post for anyone who tell her that her looks is where her worth is And that pleasing other people is her only real purpose And it’s worthless counting followers if they don’t really know her But she distracted by the praises they throw her Need validation From the am to the pm And she just got a message from some random in the DMs It says Hook Outro: What he gon do when all the bottles are empty What he gon do when all the bottles are empty What she gon do when all her followers missing What she gon do when all her followers missing It’s a cold cold world

Verse 1: I’m still tryna prove myself to you I must confess I’m convinced I figured out what made you love me less I think my lack of accolades had made you unimpressed Put under stress when half my days were nothin cept A sullen mess I know You want the best I get it Cuz we all do But nonetheless Admit it It’s impossible If my value ain’t demonstrable Then is it there? I been aware For some time your standard for me isn’t fair I got a box love letters collecting dust up on my bedside Forgotten forevers expecting us to have the best life I guess I Could never let go what you said, I Feel like I’m out of my element now that it’s evident what we had had died And Now I just wanna make you proud of me This whole side that you brought out of me Is only concerned with My slowly emerging Into prominence And like a holy conversion I’ll be a wholly new person And then I hope we converse and that you can say congratulations Say you worried bout me and you’re really glad I made it That I wasn’t BS’in and that I spared exaggeration When elaborating on dreams, passions and fascinations Yeah Because I failed you I can’t fail at this That’s all I can think about when I reminisce Because I failed you I can’t fail at this I guess that just what my life premise is Hook: You been so gone For like so long Still I hold on Cuz my cold heart Just assumes My successes might just lead me back to you I better figure out a way to sort it out soon What I’m known for Is my whole core Since my old world Is like no more Since it’s thru Every single time I think about you I can’t help but feel as if I always got something to prove Verse 2: I’m still tryna prove myself to you I must confess I’m convinced I figured out what made you love me less I think my lack of accolades had made you unimpressed Put under stress when half my days were nothin cept A sullen mess I’m Obsessing over who gets deemed the best And if it ain’t me Then I must be lazy Or just crazy thinkIn I’d see success I need to rest I know But won’t The cousin of sleep is death And as far as I’m concerned I haven’t got Any achievements yet I must be trippin For not talkin to myself different When just a couple months ago my favorite rapper took a listen To my work and said my verse exerted pure skill then gave a public co-sign and so why is it I hurt still I Can’t help but hope that you Still Keepin tabs Seein that things that I was dreaming back Then I’m now succeeding at Like Look I’m really doin this Just like I said I would Already made it past a point you probably thought I never could Except I used to think I’d do this all for you And so completely letting that part go is really hard to do And What I offered you before was not enough Will it ever be? Outro: I work so hard for like so long Still im so far from my goals, all I really do, say im trash even if it isn’t true I cant help but feel as if I always got something to prove

Verse 1: Blessings are dangerous they’ll morph into some idols quickly Make my heart lukewarm until my mind get shifty When life gets iffy you can find me prayin constant But when I’m feelin less alone I’m prone to Put down the Bible swiftly And I’m just tryna get priorities straight Seems like people only give advice I already take Its all really vague And they just always spew the same banter Same Standards Please someone Can I get a straight answer How much time should I devote to scripture How much to prayer How much to friends and fam I’m Tryna build up my career I’m tryna live a dream so how can I sleep? I’m still standing at the bottom of this mountainous peak And at the top I think I’ll find what I need But I don’t know if that’s factual Actually rational God when did we get so Transactional Damn And how’d I get so disorganized? How’d I surrender to the things I had swore to fight? Hook: I just need balance I just need truth I just need to see this from a bird’s eye view I just I just need wisdom If ima follow you Need to understand that there’s some things I gotta lose I just I just need balance I just need my head on straight I been bass ackwards for a minute now Voices Living in my brain I need to kick the tenants out It’s gettin loud And what they say is all conflicting, how Can I sift thru all the BS till I’m left with what’s important Informing decisions By instinct And hoping that fortune Will Favor me Laboring Aimlessly It seems tho Cuz I can’t figure where my time best spent Uncertainty lately been my best friend Look Oh Lord what’s a man to do With all the issues that I ran into If I can’t do what I planned to do I might take more shots than a camera crew But that’s just selfish That won’t help with Anything but forgetting I been given these goals for a reason So why’s it seeming Like you ain’t assisting consistent And keeping distance persistent Lord which intentions and desires should I resist against picking Cuz if time is money I can’t fall for every sales pitch need to know the right angle for the scale tip Hook

Verse 1: Walk away from me way from me promise I ain’t worth it It’s too late for me late for me to get out the furnace My doubts and burdens Get doused in bourbon I’ll drown for certain This ground I’m working Has crowds of vermin Surround the surface So growth inhibited Hope in its scope is limited Coping with pain I know Left me broke though I won’t admit it did Acidicness on my taste buds from these foul words This clout search left me outcast to the outskirts Listen I’ve actively been complaining While You give me all your love when it’s lacking reciprocation And I point the finger at you for acting with indignation I’m practicing victim blaming You’re actually gifting grace and I should pray much less for blessings and a whole lot more for guidance Better off requesting lessons on suppressing all my vices Than for excess Now your mercy’s all I’m surrounded with And I found myself confounded by the boundless amounts of it I count thousands of counterfeits Father counter these cowards with Every ounce of your power ‘Fore I’m rerouted to floundering And Though I often delay you always wait for me And tho I can’t repay you, you don’t ever walk away from me Verse 2 (Coop): How many times have I metaphorically flipped the finger On the one who paid the price of freedom for this filthy creature You want advice then? My advice is don’t let your vices decide what your life is cuz you were indecisive He was on that rugged cross because I was foolish That’s bleeding love, no Leona Lewis But I guess heavy is the head that wears the Louis hat, so flexing for the gram to win a gram is where Coop is at Nah, skipped walking I ran away from you Before I realized the fact that there’s no escaping you, how could I have forsaken you Packed my bags and vacationed you When roles reversed my soul was purchased by the grace In you Its in these infinite thoughts I get lost, definitive you were the end all to the fall and every sick thought, I know But there’s no stain that you don’t rinse off, from the east to west its this far my sins tossed Verse 3 (Ruslan): Shocked you’re still here I woulda been walked Cuz I been off and im sure my affiliation adds injury to insult Sure I can explain away this awesome sorta install Of art as something but my heart is frontin with the infall Playing myself with unlimited tokens for the pinball machine But you was here every single time that the wind fall indeed When the oceans crashed I see When the storm came no needs When it overdraft I bleed You my novocaine Only overcame cause you helped me see over all the pain All the shame all the games Whether or not it was all the same is all irrelevant Time to call the elephant in the room out Cause your words my medicine How could I walk in a purpose that’s heaven sent if the mentality down here is devilish What does it matter if it has been edited sometimes I wonder which way are we headed in Wide is the road and im hoping we exit it The sign of Jonah is all of the evidence that we need They say you gotta see it to believe well im believing I can see

Verse 1 (GQ): The only thing I got is mine, nothin to hide behind Inside this mind of mines reflect on moments, time rewinds From reaching out and checking on people who feel entitled Dealing with something probably, probably turn into cycles Will my reflection rival Can someone check my vitals Do I need time away just to surpass my idols I need a second chance for all my first mistakes What kinda chants I need when feelings stuck what words replace Will all this work replace my bitterness within For all the ones I lost I figured it’s a win My minutes might be slim or maybe never had em Man of my word and any quotes im passing For every promise made how I act when they break em Who’s really hero made and do the villains cape em Make me feel like im always alone I feel my best when im in my zone Verse 2: Aye what’s a man to do and what makes a man And what’s a man really worth if he don’t Take a chance And on the real can we credit his successes If his fingers crossed behind his back everytime he Shakin hands? And what’s impressive bout pullin in whores When they be gettin poked more than some bulletin boards? Now tell me what’s a rich man who can’t practice moderation What’s a strong man who can’t keep from having confrontations? Listen The truest measure of a man is his word What a shame it’s not common to see that standard observed It’s got me Dueling legions of dual allegiance associates Some fools and heathens consumed with reaching some copious Amounts of praises Even if grounds fallacious I try to account for what ima speak and treat what come out my mouth as sacred Let my yes be yes and no be no The best of best heroes we know Elect to trek on lonely roads So Ima boldly go The path less traveled where word is bond What I said I mean it Aye who gon keep a promise when it’s less convenient? When stress convening on the psyche It’s likely That most go back on their pacts Leaving hearts broken and stymied So I promise Promise ima be the man a lady needs I promise Promise I won’t get caught up on make believe I promise Promise ima be who God intended Stop excuses start repenting Keep it a buck in all my business Man I promise

Verse 1: Ever since a kid man I was seeking purpose Prayed to reach the weak with what I speak in verses Till it breach the surface of their hearts and then some peace emerges Praise God for each release that’s purchased Yeah Last song better savor it Y’all find it difficult picking a favorite That’s pretty typical when it’s amazing as this is no misses my digits is bound to start raising when Y’all start to take it in Uh Used to spend all of my time on a girl but now it’s just rapping Like how in the hell did this happen I’m seldom relaxing Just working And I’ve always held to my passion When Hope was low I was broke down and emotional I was pissed and convinced that surely this ain’t how it’s supposed to go If I’d only known That my music would have more appeal than appellate courts Mediocrity’s nothin to settle for Never sellin short Myself Been blessed with a freedom never felt before Hook: They don’t really know a single thing about me I don’t even know exactly who I’m gonna be But that’s ok now I know that’s true What’s a man to do? What’s a man to do? Do? Work hard pray harder Verse 2: Lemme wrap things up by sayin that I’m just gettin started I been thru some things almost made me so heartless But I just worked harder and prayed at my hardest Now When I’m in crisis I do my best to not give in to vices Better instead to start lookin where Christ is I never know just how crazy this life gets Look There was so many days I about quit It was tough gettin up when the doubts hit But I found my courage and I got encouraged by Every single verse that I outdid Witness the growth I got Lecrae sayin this kid is dope While I was focused on passing my classes my heart wasn’t in em, man this isn’t home I was at a top 15 university No one knew I Got big dreams and this urge in me Urging me Urgently Homie you built for this music so own it with vigor and certainty Certainly Ima have moments of feelin im lost and nothin I’m doin is really important But Ima Find something I would die for and ima live for it Oh Lord Hook