I just try to give people my point of view
People will want your story but ask everyone but you
Can’t continue to throw shade at me and expect me to act cool
But when you react then they blame it on you
But it’s cool, I’ll fall back if it’s necessary
Heart turning colder than the middle of February
I haven’t even reached my peak, that’s very scary
These people acting cheesy, we call that very dairy
People want to see fireworks like I’m Katy Perry
Want to intercept my shine like the Jets secondary?
Putting God first, everything else is secondary
I came from a line of kings, my royalty is hereditary
Only belief half of any story that you’ll ever hear
It feels like I find myself in some bullshit, every year
If I leak the info I know, I could end careers
I looked in the mirror when they told me to face my fears
My biggest fear wasn’t that I was inadequate
But that I’d set the bar so high that I’d have to quit.
The game changed so that meant I had to shift
Betrayed by those close to me, I was mad as shit
But because I don’t necessarily let everyone in
My story was being told from the outside in
Meaning that you take what you see and extrapolate
What I tell you about assuming? For goodness, sake
I was starting to feel like Meek Mill when he beefed with Drake
Thinking I wasn’t even responsible for my worst mistake
But instead of sitting and moping, I got angry
And stole all the brushes from which they tried to paint me
Say hello to the bad guy, every story needs a villain
Plot twist: the story of the villain is what’s written.