What I Gotta Do

[Chorus]
What I gotta do
To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?
What I gotta do
To show the whole world that I did it all for you?

[Verse 1]
A lot of men went astray, so my head bends when I pray when my mindstate's in disarray
But at the end of the day, I wanna make sure that I said everything I intended to say
Then again in a way, sometimes it's better just to chill on tape, put your grill on safe
‘cause the real gon’ take what you sayin’ to heart
But the people that wanna break it down still gon‘ hate
So I might as well go and shoot straight with ‘em
It’s only winners and losers, I was raised in a place where it’s only two ways it works
Either the bait catches the fish or the fish gets away with the bait
No in between, you either wearing the ring or tap on down the road like Ben Vereen
An endless scene with suspended dreams
Eventually you appreciate the simple things
Life’s waging a bad war
A lot of it’s happening fast so I gotta focus and get in the lab more
I see through ‘em like glass doors
I got people mad at me for not taking advice that I didn’t even ask for
My last resort is to get my passport or do me a Nascar with some miles on the dashboard
Maybe a fast horse to take me out of this bottomless pit
Because in real life, I done had a crash course
Listen I'm worn down, do anybody know the score now?
My motivation’s sinking the lower ground
I’m hearing these poor sounds and realizing every single day that I ain’t got enough patience to go around
So a little introspection might be necessary to press me in the right direction
I notice whenever I stop studying, my brain gets muddy and I need another life injection so I’m asking

[Chorus]
What I gotta do
To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?
What I gotta do
To show the whole world that I did it all for you?

[Verse 2]
My name is like dust, it blows unnoticed forever
K is the real deal, my skill ain’t a bluff
My catalog’s up on the beast to release seven CDs in one day and it still wasn’t enough
No attention or no mention from any publication or station
Deep in the underground is where they bury me
Thirteen quality projects in two years when most of these rappers releasing one every three
So how the hell is he or she considered to be G.O.A.T
When I repetitiously body and DOA beats
If you listen diligently, eventually you’ll agree
No lyricist in history has been consistent as me
It’s a higher peak, I mentally aspire to reach
When I’m being penalized for my desire to teach
I’m still writing the heat but man, the fire is weak
Even contemplated turning in my retirement sheet
Why should I keep depleting myself, extending my limits
When it’s only appreciated by a mini percentage?
But plenty of men have seen it so anything with a critic who fails to even mention my spittin’, I get offended
But then again again it goes back to the premise that artists never walk in accordance
‘cause I never needed commercial endorsement or reinforcement to properly validate my importance
So with that said, I’ma acknowledge the people who still rockin’ with me though it ain’t really about the cash
The people from all over the planet who manage to get whatever I manufacture whether present or past
I put too much effort into my craft for me to have this slow amount of love when I be givin’ my all
So if I say right now that I’ma put the mic down, I want you to know that it wasn’t because of y’all
I’m asking

[Chorus]
What I gotta do
To make you see I stay true and get some love back too?
What I gotta do
To show the whole world that I did it all for you?