| This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me | 
| I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing | 
| I hope you love it | 
| I hope you really love it | 
| I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it | 
| I hope you really love it | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah, yeah) | 
| I’m the realest | 
| I’m not talkin' 'bout realness | 
| I’m talking realism | 
| See these other jokers in my lane I’m not feeling 'em | 
| When these stoners talk about the Mary Jane | 
| I don’t deal with 'em | 
| Bitch my lyrics like a weapon in this game | 
| I’m concealing 'em | 
| Surround myself with yes men | 
| Swear that all this music that I’m makin' I invest it | 
| Swear to god my ethic is nocturnal, never Rest in- | 
| Peace | 
| That word’s not in my lexicon | 
| Don’t know what that means, uh | 
| Feeling like a technician | 
| Chasing that spark | 
| When I first had that start | 
| Where I bloomed on my art | 
| So I dropped this tape for free | 
| I’m giving you all of me | 
| Just so one day you can see I’m not in it for the G’s | 
| And I’ve been shutting off my friends so I can shit on all my enemies | 
| Like a plague, all up in this game, these motherfuckers sick of me | 
| If I just keep on working, swear that is the perfect recipe | 
| With hard work we can wash these rappers out like Listerine, yo | 
| This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me | 
| I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing | 
| I hope you love it | 
| I hope you really love it | 
| I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it | 
| I hope you really love it | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I made it all for you | 
| (Yeah) | 
| Who the hell am I? | 
| What makes me? | 
| Is this what I want? | 
| Is this what I wanna be? | 
| Who the hell am I? | 
| What makes me? | 
| Is this what I want? | 
| (yeah) Is this where I wanna be? | 
| (yeah) | 
| I’m sick of feeling like the odd one out | 
| Never fitting in conversations | 
| Feeling so damn complacent | 
| Please God take my brain erase it | 
| I don’t wanna be this way no more | 
| Fitting in is such a chore | 
| Self conscious I’m so boring | 
| They don’t care about my story | 
| I feel like I’m just here | 
| Working until my brain goes numb | 
| But they just snicker and sneer | 
| (Pull the trigger, you might cheer up) | 
| That’s too dark; | 
| I need to ease up | 
| I tell them all that I’m okay | 
| I don’t want to be a burden; | 
| think I’m meeting Tyler Durden | 
| I’m too scared to say just fuck shit | 
| Because people don’t love it | 
| They think they all above it, I plummet | 
| (Okay, see how that sounds) | 
| (Yeah) | 
| I should really be above that | 
| People don’t really love that | 
| But fuck what all these people think and they will hate regardless | 
| You see those who keep on moving always seem to go the farthest | 
| If I stopped when people said «no» wouldn’t be searching apartments | 
| Keep going till they can’t stand me | 
| Not in it for the grammy | 
| I’m about to crush the game until these motherfuckers ban me | 
| Chase your dreams | 
| (Yeah) | 
| Show these people and be the best you can be | 
| (Yeah) | 
| (Alright) |