3rd’s intro

[Verse 1]
I took a path with my eyes closed
How many times have I almost died, man? Only God knows
I'm gettin' close to reachin' my goals
Best believe that ain't nothin' done until I meet my idols
Already killed most of my rivals
Because they tried to diss me and they couldn't write without a typo
Nobody needs to know where I go
It's just me, 3R, and XxXayne, and we in the stu' like some psychos
I'm workin' overtime, I see my name in the future and it's overlined
I went through trials and tribulations, they know me now
I exceeded expectations, they can't hold me now
I'm at work, she on that timin', wanna show me now
I got ignored when I asked all my peers to show me how
So now I feel like on my own I work better
Cleanin' up my schedule, I'm just tryna make Momma proud

[Chorus]
Too much pressure is in my head, I need to go
Too much stress put on my shoulders, I know
Too much people countin' on me to be the best
But it's hard to stay consistent when you get no rest
And it's hard to keep a smile when you livin' like this
I need a spot where I can do some hidin'
Call my girl so we can do a little vibin'
I stay out the way, 'cause as you know it's been a while

[Verse 2]
I never lost it, at what cost though?
Felt like I done lost a lot, got no one to call
So I'm just gonna keep rappin' until I'm a fossil
I want them to remember me as a black Picasso
I made moves to get here, I done walked on mad snow
It's still cold as a brick, five hours from Glasgow
I just keep on writin' hits, need another glass though
They keep on throwin' me money, I don't go to mass though (Yeah)

[Intrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
I would've cried if I had the eyes for it
The problem is you were passed around like a passport
It ain't a personal issue because the mass know it
I got screwed over so I'm just a mad poet
After all the stories, after the after-party
And the drugs that were imported
My vision of you's distorted
After the late nights, you said that we date, right?
We went on two dates, right? You livin' a fake—
Steppin' on landmines, steppin' on other rappers to show you
Don't take time, it don't take time for glory (No)
I tap in my pocket and empty your pockets
It's crazy 'cause I know how to rap, and she droppin' her stockings (No)
I made an album with no misses (No)
Wrote it with no missus, ended up with three
I wanna see how it ends up for me
She still drove thirty hours to me