Yeah
I been talking to myself
Can you really be the best
Be what they all expect
From the stand point of the rest
Like
Get up on stage, having eyes on me on the worst of days
Young Kyle millllz is it just a face
Is it just phase
Am I just confused with a paper chase
Have I even touched the ground in the maze
Is my glass half full like a bag a lays
Do I want a name or some accolades
That shit aggravates
What is important to me
A suite overseas like imported tea
Can they please stop ignoring me?
Why they sleep, why they snore on me
Rainy days start to pour on me
They say my name in vain like they swore on me
When I get there will they shut the door on me
If I get in the game will they forfeit me
More to the fame than what meets the eye
Like if I get hit will I bleed or die
Will I waste my life on receipts and lie
Like some lambo seats gunna lead my pride, no