...There

Nobody ever make it out alive (whoo)

This ain't first class I got upgraded

Penny pinchin' rapper even though I made it

Mama got her clothes from garage sales

Took the low so I could have the top shelf, yeah

Humble thyself or God will

Youngin' with a little drive like a Hot Wheel, yeah

Now it's pop culture when you're poppin' pills, right?

Rather have us medicated than healed, right?

Look, blog said I'm in album mode

Boy, I'm always in album mode

My slice need the a la modé

New York, like Al Capone

Whole squad in the Patagon'

My girl b-b-bad, bad to the bone

I keep losin' my wedding ring

I gotta go get that tatted on

I'm–out in Europe, it feel just like the borough

Shoutin': Yer

Spent a Euro, got dessert, that's that churro

Need the word, that's eternal

I write the rap, no journal

My pen got me some wins, I feel like Joe Paterno, aye

I don't got no time for beefin' with nobody else

I've been dealin' with my demons, I been beefin' with myself

I need Heaven down on Earth 'cause it's feelin' like it's Hell

That's all that I can do, uh

1 a. M., I ain't sleepin'

2 a. M., I ain't sleepin' (not at all)

3 a. M., I ain't sleepin' (wide awake)

Maybe I should get some sleep in

I got angels flyin' all around

I pray they take me off the ground

I know I got one lookin' down on me

On me, on me

(Every sword got two edges)

(How will I be remembered?)

I got angels flyin' all around

I pray they take me off the ground

I know I got one lookin' down on me (on me, on me)

I got angels flyin' all around

I pray they take me off the ground

I know I got one lookin' down on me, on me, on me

Standing alone in the parking lot of The Truman Show

Privy to things I never knew before

Laying flowers at the casket of a twenty-two-year-old me

It sound unusual, but listen death is beautiful, see

Nothing grows until it finally dies

And you don't ever find the truth until you find the lies (well)

Now that I've–started pulling the strings, some things are unraveling

And I don't like what I'm seeing but yet I proceed (deconstruction)

This the moment I hold it all in question

It's terrifying 'cause there ain't nothing to rest in

The sense of a lost direction, it's messy but still I press

And I'm desperate to find the answer, I can't go on with the guessing

Did 81 percent of the people I call my brethren

Put an elephant in the room and say it was Heaven-sent?

I don't know what Bible you reading, what God you believe in

But that don't sound like reason, it sound like you sleeping

So I'm leaving, this my Last Supper who treatin'?

Take a stand for the knee and your Nikes still creasin'

I let it all fall apart then I took the pieces

Reconstructing everything I once believed in, yeah