[Verse 1: Haze]
Everybody's got a couple questions
Can I ask mine?
Are we living in hell
Or are these guard signs
Caught up in this getting money fast life
Knowing that it don't last
Still i'm on the path like
Knowing that i'm on it gotta win it
This is our time
Gotta stop the shottin and the pitchin
That's a hard grind
Talking bout the trap slow
Talking bout a half nine
Talking bout a rap note
I'm talking bout a hard line
Now i'm on this rap thing
Blud theres no half grind
Mind on my money move far as I past time
I'm caught up in a sticky position
Tryna make it out
But tryna make it in with rap on another route
Still ain't got a deal but I can tell you what a job about
And I ain't tryna glorify sh*t i'm full of honor pal
I don't know what the f*ck the industry is all about
I can make a better song than them
Sitting on my couch
All its just about is just the clout
I guess and who you know
Its all a big business can you sell the third quarter tho
And I ain't talking about the grub
All I really need is a buzz
I'm so close yet so far
Sold weight move bait in old cars
On the road we get paid and go hard
I suppose i'm not great i'm that star
On the low they still hate my rap
I told them this is me
I tell how I live it where i'm living getting p
He claiming he a G
But I ain't ever heard of him
Who the f*ck is he? Who the f*ck is he?