Options

Look, I don't know what's gotten into me

I could be off of my rocker potentially

Bigger I get, the more they thinkin' less of me

Don't be the one to insult my integrity

Put down the whistle, I'm done with you referees

Y'all don't know nothing, you think you ejected me

'Til I show up in the game, like: Remember me?

I gotta make it, these people depend on me

Ayy, that's how I'm living these days

Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave

I had a job making minimum wage

Told myself that I gotta get paid

Prove myself, yeah, get up my grades

Walk into class like: Gimme that A

Think I'm trash? Put a bag in your face

And I put you by the road like: Look, we're the same!

Here's a reminder that I still spit

Think I need to advise you to watch your lip

Or at least realize that I'm not no kid

Don't Google my name tryna find my crib

Write a pop song, then I write a song like this

Do a lot wrong? Doesn't matter, I learn quick

I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence

Doesn't matter either way to me 'cause even if it did

I would destroy it (Woo, woo, woo)

Used to be employee, now I'm employer

Making big deals, now I gotta get lawyers

People tell me to relax and enjoy it

But when I kick back, I see warnings

So much time might pass, can't ignore it

Every time I rap and I'm recording

Might be my last so I absorb it 'cause

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, yeah

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, yeah

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options (yeah)

Tool bag without the pliers

Intros without the choirs

New car without the tires

Music without the writers

UFC without the fighters

Smoking without the fire

Cigarettes without the lighter

Austin Powers, no Michael Myers, that's me

If I ain't got the bars, you see

Something ain't right like I'm incomplete

Outcast, yes, I'm a different breed

If you disagree, make 'em all retreat

Act like a boss when I compete

Take my thoughts into hyperspeed

When it's all gone and I hit my peak

At least I'll know that I took that leap

'Cause life is a process

And I am not here for the nonsense

Losing everything I worked for likes to weigh on my conscience

That why I block out the comments

Who's next? Who's next?

I don't know, I ain't been watching

Closing my ear to the gossip

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, ooh

No forfeit, my course different

Changed flows and I'm bored with it

More livid, never more driven, I avoid timid

Try to tell me I could never be the GOAT of rap, I ignore limits

I was born with this, you're trippin' thinkin' I'm slippin'

I'm enjoying this

Look at me, I'm on the tour selling more tickets

Even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy, I'ma do it like a hobby

I ain't quitting 'til the Lord tell me

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, yeah

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it, woo

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

Ayy, these are the options

Ah, these are the options

Woo, these are the options

Yeah, these are the options