Not enough minutes in a day
Not enough air to breathe
I don't know how much more of this I can take
When I close my eyes, all I can see
Is a legacy of mistakes
Mediocrity called, I didn’t answer. Just got off the phone with average
Internal affairs went savage, in other words, I just got some action
Cabin passion turned to the cabbage patch
It used to be first comes love then marriage
But now y'all want to skip straight to the baby carriage
That's fetal attraction
That’s messed up. But it’s not my job to fluff the facts
Maybe my mouth really is gonna land me in handcuffs
But until then, I’m straight to the cut. Two thumbs up per cut to the chase
Like an uppercut to the gut with your eyes closed, I’m making ya’ll cringe. Two girls one cup
Maybe I should body a beat and then stop when I’m ahead
Hats off. Trying to make a toast but they ain’t getting bread
Slap me in the butt and call me Sally. Got me cracking now
And if you ask me why I’m laughing it’s cause I’m looking at you now
Y’all remember the cool kids who always made us feel stupid?
The ones who graduated four years ago, still hanging with the school kids?
They’re unsuccessful, they’re nowhere. The same place they said I’d be
I am more successful ones who hated on me, homie. That's all me
Airwaves, that's all me
Lyrics, that's all me
Instrumentals, that's all me
All me for real
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say
And lies come out when they move their lips, just a bunch of hypocrites
They sound like they OD'd on OTC
Rappers around here talking like they shower in gold, so I call them R. Kelly
Half these rappers hate me
It's like they want to play the game, but they never want to play me
It was couch to couch, now they’re sitting, sipping Moscato
Staring straight through the bottle, drinking it to the bottom
Not thinking but reminiscing, and those who hated on me are now
Checking on my Twitter, debating if they should follow
Got my eye on a dollar, no Illuminati
And I got a hard wallet, cause I trust no one
Maybe one day I can wake up in a new Bugatti
And I got a four-door, but I only use one
I remember one day when I wrote from the time that I woke up
To the time that I closed my eyes, daydreaming about the day that I blow up
And now all the girls who ignored me in high school brag about how they went to my school
They say, “Whatcha doing with your life, Jordan?” I say more than every one of you
I severed the game, and I’m trying to put it back together again, but it’ll never be the same
My love for the music simply got me going insane
Now I do it for the people that I lose sleep with, loving on my fans at the concerts
And it sucks because love hurts, but I wanna let you know that I’m doing everything I can to make it work
She said, “Baby all I want is you.” So I took her to the bathroom
And said baby you are full of it so empty right here
I'm your dark horse. In other words I'm your worst nightmare
Some of y’all need to reevaluate your inner-self. But don't worry I fight fair
I’m so sick and tired of people trying to tell me what to do with my life
Money's not my motivation, nor a supermodel wife
It seems that if you want to make it in this world you have to change
My morals are all still the same, maybe fame is afraid
I’m gonna tell stories rap battles and dance wars
I’ve been through the struggle of people leaving the dance floor
So I'm gonna make it
I made every beat on this tape at a table at Steak ‘n Shake
I’m number one like a urinal
Holding it down, so the flow don't stop
Now I could have everybody crying like a funeral
Then minutes later, looking like Shmurda dropped
