Environment

What do you think people see when they look at you?

Look

You see our gold chains and our flashy cars

I see a lack of self worth and I see battle scars

He has to be with twenty man when he wears jewelry

And you see it as gangster, I see it as insecurity

Where I'm from, everybody wants to make it out

But nobody wants to see somebody make it out

It ain't about who came around but more about who stayed around

Behind the scenes, they said God gave us eyes to see

You see the video vixens and all their pearly whites

But you don't see the dirty nights, long days and early flights

You see the deals and think all these rappers laughing now

But you don't get that if we weren't already, we're a target now

You see, all the groupie girls and think they're heaven sent

I see twenty-five minutes worth of empty sex

To tell a lie, it wasn't my intention to objectify

But I can testify, I've seen some shit you couldn't rectify

You see this industry where everybody came up

I see a bag of weird rappers and some fake love

Fake handshakes and fake spuds with fake comments

Where everybody covers costs but never pays homage

The scene turned on me, people tryna ruin me

Where most would see a problem, I'm seeing an opportunity

To drop a freestyle and kill them niggas that were booing me

I made my haters watch and put the screw inside of scrutiny

Beautifully, also, if I am attending

Security's coming first like I was trying to shop at Duty Free

Where the fuck’s the unity?

Where I come from there's no class, forget truancy

We have got nowt in common

Them niggas see a molehill and make a mountain from it

They see a Cuban and a whip, I see a house deposit

How to stop it?

Niggas saw keys and went to trial for shottin'

I saw keys, learned to play, and made thousands from it

You see the club poppin' when we do the show

But you don't see the studio, my life is not a movie, bro

Champagne bottles and all the screaming girls

It's ironic how you'll never hear a scream for help

Fuckin' hell, why do you think we're going through the same thing?

Depression when you make it, the pressure and the hatred

Your people talk about you, you can't say shit

The moment that you ain't it

The labels are looking for replacements

Same shit, people start forgetting what you've done for them

Everyone in music's gonna take until there's nothing left

Your fans are switching up on you

And they don't know how tough it gets

Reading through your old comments, trying to feel some love again

I see karma

Go to work but God schemes harder

I heard success can come quickly but it leaves faster

Secrets are what my enemies have been after

Only L's I'm hiding in my closet have a V after

So looking at it from another perspective, playing devil's advocate

Considering you know you're obviously becoming famous, so to speak

But you still deal with a lot of issues on a human level

Do you ever just sit and wonder about the stories behind the people you meet day by day?

Does it make you feel grateful, in a weird way, for your life and problems?