Worth

[Intro: Cola]

R.I.P Prince, the great one
Cola, Clairmont The Second

[Verse 1: Cola]
I've grown sick of the winter time
Lost my complexion on my winter grind
Perplexed with all the stress getting intertwined
And my sanity be dancing on a thinner line
Man, I’m done with being humble ‘cause wolves are cut throat
Having a really tough time trusting folks
Used to count on hope, but now I'd rather count commas and pay off the whole mortgage for my momma
Lately I find it hard defining myself
I ain't perfect, but I'm great enough to not ask for help
Started betting on myself to raise more stakes
“Cause I ain't with the slow pace or waiting on no chase
Can't believe rap went from selling to smoking base
With tacky ass clothing, just showing us poor taste
I'd rather drop them all like a cold case, post haste
And salt the earth where ever these hacks are growing
A blessing and a curse with all of these facts I'm knowing
A-class potent, mind black focused
Keep my wrist glowing, I bet your chick notice
Never played the lotto but the motto is get more chips
Rappers and singers be saying the same ish
Claim they stack gwop- broke hoping fame hits
Buy designer clothes I know they can't afford, and I ain't seen them at the bank since
West side, Toronto breeding grounds for greatness
Man's them finna cook the game, no apron
WiFETAKER gang, no need to be wife taking
Just take your girl and bring her to me, we'll have her home in a week
Against little bro y'all slow to compete
Dull, remedial, all that bull, y'all can keep
West end moving from the Stu to the streets to worldwide
Screwface, it ain't nothing sweet

[Chorus 1: Cola]

What’s my life worth
‘Cause lately I don’t like work, and lately I don’t church
And lately I don’t like people, lately I wanna fight people
What’s my life worth
‘Cause lately I don’t like work, (this light work) and lately I don’t church
And lately I don’t like people, lately I wanna fight people

[Verse 2: Clairmont The Second]

I ain't drink a cup of tea in a minute
I been hating this game and no longer wanna be in it and I ain't even been in it
Don't let the fame get to my head they say, but everyone else's head it's in it
Church folk and old foes act like they know me
Couple people riding 'cause they see premieres on noisey
And all my old videos looking like movies
But I can care less about them and everything with that album
Everbody knows best for me? That ain't even logical
Don't care about opinions they been putting me through obstacles
Sleeping in on Sunday morning momma say I gotta go
They sleeping on my day to day to generate the possible
Not signing nothing, drop whatever I want, whenever I want, no matter what I'm gonna blow up
I'm who the daughters know of
A father type but not blood
'Cause they call me an old soul it's just the way I grew up
I know in my heart that I'm already a star
I'm slapping away handshakes that mess with the art
Never settle, mixing drinks at the bar
God know this he blessed my stature, function with fam after
My brother told me do this myself
In some ways my brother make me wanna do this myself
All day I'm on computers I'm not using the cell
People credited for things that I thought of myself so don't want help
Where's my gated community
The family toured Europe and suckers asking for things for free
I ask about the bible and nobody ever answers me
Scared to say I'm a Christian because what we made it seem to be
The car couldn't kill me off, Hospital pilled me off
Bout to be on a chart, car will be peeling off
Amen
Metamorphosis of an orphan to the whole business
The world a business just tryna be top the time i'm in it

[Chorus 2: Clairmont The Second &]

What’s my life worth
‘Cause lately I don’t like work, and lately I don’t church
And lately I don’t like people, lately I wanna fight people (x2)