I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it
For me to have this much appeal like this, is sick
This is not a game, this fame, in real life this is sick
Publicity stunt my ass, conceal my fucking dick
Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats
If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whupped some ass
I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp
On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have
I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at
This is wack, this is more than I ever could of asked
Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood or mask
What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that?
It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt
I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never woulda rapped
I sold my soul to the devil I'll never get it back
I just wanna leave this game with level head intact
Imagine going from being a no one to seeing
Everything blow up and all you did was just grow up emceeing
It's fucking crazy, cause all I wanted was to give Hailie
The life I never had, instead I forced us to live alienated