Environment

What do you think people see

When they look at you?

Look, you see our gold chains

And our flashy cars

I see a lack of self-worth

And I see battle scars

He has to be with twenty man

When he wears jewelry

And you see it as gangsta,

I see it as it as insecurity

Where I'm from, everybody

Wants to make it out

But nobody wants to see

Somebody make it out

It ain't about who came around

But more about who stayed around

Behind the scenes

They say that God gave us eyes to see

You see the video vixens and all their pearly whites

But you don't see the dirty nights

Long days and early flights

You see the deals and think

All these rappers laughin' now

But you don't get that if we

Weren't already, we're a target now

You see all the groupie girls

And think they're Heaven-sent

I see twenty-five minutes worth of empty sex

To tell a lie

It wasn't my intention to objectify

But I can testify, I seen some

Shit you couldn't rectify

You see this industry where

Everybody came up

I see a bag of weird rappers

And some fake love

Fake handshakes and

Fake spuds with fake comments

Where everybody covers

Costs but never pays homage

The scene turned on me,

People tryna ruin me

Where most would see a problem,

I'm seein' an opportunity

To drop a freestyle and kill

Them niggas that were booing me

I made my haters watch and

Put the screw inside of scrutiny

Beautifully

Also, if I am attendin', security is

Comin' first like I was tryna shop at duty-free

Where the fuck's the unity?

Where I come from, there's no class, forget truancy

We have got nowt in common

Them niggas see a molehill

And make a mountain from it

See see a Cuban and a whip,

I see a house deposit

How to stop it?

Niggas saw keys and went to trial for shottin'

I saw keys, learned to play

And made thousands from it

You see the club poppin'

When we do the show

But you don't see the studio

My life is not a movie, bro

Champagne bottles and all the screaming girls

It's ironic how you'll never

Hear a scream for help

Fuckin' hell

Why d'you think we're goin'

Through the same thing?

Depression when you make it

The pressure and the hatred

Your people talk about you,

You can't say shit

The moment that you ain't it,

The labels are lookin' for replacements

Same shit

People start forgettin'

What you've done for them

Everyone in music's gonna

Take until there's nothin' left

Your fans are switchin' up on you

And they don't know how tough it gets

Readin' through your old comments

Tryna feel some love again

I see karma go to work

But God schemes harder

I heard success come quickly but it leaves faster

Secrets are what my enemies have been after

Only Ls I'm hidin' in my closet have a V after

So, looking at it from another perspective

Playing Devil's advocate

Considering you know you're

Obviously becoming famous

So to speak

But you still deal with

A lot of issues on a human level

Do you ever just sit and wonder

About the stories behind the

People you meet day by day?

Does that make you feel grateful in a weird way

For you life and problems?