Real love don't have an image

Not magic witness by having bitches or grabbing riches

If it's about your own self-validation

You're bound to fail, and I assure you a bad relation

But, who the fuck am I to give relationship advice

And why's a 15-year old saying how to make it in this life?

I don't know, new year, new me, no it fuckin' isn't

Woke up, 2016, not a fuckin' difference

I guess they went out to party, I was runnin' business

Sometimes I sit and wonder, where is all the fun in this shit

A lack of reward, a lack of respect

A lack of appreciation comin' back on my check

My own company be fuckin' me over

They be runnin' [?], they crumbling, up in the corner

'Till they come and see how one could governing over my whole money tree

And cutting the branches off as if it don't belong to me

That shit is constantly hauntin' me

But at least I can stop to leave in a month

Thank God for me, I cannot believe

A hundred-thousand-plus people follow me

Even though we've had some bumps in growth

That's shit's amazing, true honesty

Can come back to hurt me in the end

If I mask that shit I'd be seen firstly as a friend

It's a pain in the ass, but fuck it, no pun intended

'Cause I'm so ready to travel, your luggage left unattended, yeah



The least listened song on the album

The least listened song on the album

How come, when you try to talk some sense

Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em

Even if they- hear it, man

I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah

And even if they hear it, man

I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah



Late-night deep thoughts drowned out by my video game

How am I? Well I guess that I'm pretty okay

Things are picking back up in terms of building my name

Not to jinx it, but I'm pickin' certain windows to fame

Got a lot of support from random strangers that I have never met

Better yet, the minute you change it, bet they all get upset

Like you only exist as this one element

Take a breath of fresh O2 when they can't get with it

Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit it, I did it, spitted

I'll fix it, miss it, hit it, submit it, until it fit in

I'll do it, keep on improvin', with music that I will fuse with

I'm using a couple moves and so people know I'm pursuin' in

When you dream about the hall-of-fame

You think about the people used to call your names

And you check and wonder if it would be all the same

Step back into reality it all re- mains



The least listened song on the album

The least listened song on the album

How come, when you try to talk some sense

Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em

And even if they- hear it, man

I doubt that they'd be listening, yeah

And even if they hear it, man

I doubt that they'd be listening