Mood Swings

I'm at the top of my game
I'm at the top of this world
I'm over here spreading my name
Deep in the mud with the pearls
None of my actions are coming with shame
Quit pointing fingers, nobody to blame
Big pictures inside of my head, put it onto a frame
People watching, slowly getting afraid
Young fella gon' be changing the game
Bring it on, pouring gas in the flames
I can back up everything that I claim
I'm spitting the truth but they ain't the same
We hella tight but ridicule
Their ambitions compared to my hunger is minuscule
All I been really doing is getting better ever since '02
My appearance may not be matching my skills like Uncle Drew
Yeah, I'm counting my blessings, counting blessings
But nowadays I think a few around me are taking it for granted
No I'm not trying to be nice I'm trying to be good
A way different cultural upbringing
Yeah I did music when I was young but only in an orchestra
Only projects we were stuck in looked over for grades
Grew from a culture where a four-digit score determined your fate
Sleep deprivation, mental illness, anxiety on everyone's face
Mama showing her love by bringing to my room a full fruit plate
Pops was busy working and stressing and therefore always coming home late
Talking about which Suzuki you completed up to there was something like 10 of those
Our generation is getting soft, way too emotional
Many problems, unapproachable
Lately the scene been looking like a contest
To see who's realer between the con artists
I just want World Peace so I might just change my name like Ron Artest
More rational than emotional I changed a whole lot from Catharsis
I want the peace of the mind instead of the piece of the prize
I want a world with no lies, where do all the truths lie
Bona fide people are so hard to find
I cannot do wine just like in my life
Shit does still happen but liking my life
Steeper the slope the higher I climb
Complaining also just takes up my time, yeah
My insomnia getting worse by the minute I'm getting way too close to reaching my limit
But sleep is the cousin of death so I guess I'm fine yeah as long as I'm breathing
I been seeing the Stranger Things in life ever since like I was young and 11
If you truly believe that I'm gonna fall off then seriously you gotta be tripping
How can I flop when I ain't at the top, for things I can lose there's really absolutely nothing
All over the media I see that they dropped
Checked it out gave it a listen and stopped
Talking about how many bodies they dropped
Ain't with that violence ya'll gotta stop
Their music is fake and it's ass like they got a liposuction
Can't be doing nothing (nuttin') it ain't November
It ain't September but do you remember
The times that we kept the budget low and shot all the videos
Sweating and rummaging through the backstreets I could proudly say we got the fruits of our labor
Fuck all of them
Self-centered, living inside of your echo chambers
Even if we not in school I could humble with pen and paper
The way that my pencil is moving I think I'm getting closer to getting paper
Working until I'm in everyone's rotation but I ain't no NBA player
The way that lil shawty be playing with hearts, I think she's one of the best poker players
These rappers are home-runs or hole-in-ones cause some are really one-hit wonders
They used to be popping and now they went ghost, what happened to them yeah I wonder
Really gotta be consistent, gotta be vigilant, rather be blowing up slow with some recognition
If I don't end up where I could have been, then that can't good for my manifestation