Still workingStill waking up looking for real purposeStill trying to figure out what it's gon' takeStill trying to find connection with some real surface level typesBack when I was young, I used to pedal bikesNow I'm riding cross country, doing several nightsIn and out the Sprinter van, pull up, get the levels rightGet a bite to eat, do the show, and then we settle likeWhat could be a better life?But I'm still staring at the ceiling in my bed at nightThinking 'bout what I don't got yetWhy I'm not hot yetWhy the last project was something that I thought would make me something that I'm not yetIt's all a work in progressThat's what they tell me and I respond with, "I guess"I been wanting to get something off my chestBut it's not time yetIt might never be timeMy kid won't get no screen timeAt least that's what I'd like to think'Cause my childhood was filled with tree climbsAnd Oatmeal Creme Pies and looking at the street signsI guess that he gon' be fine, or she willI just feel like it's hard to be thrilled in times like thisWhen our hands can't keep stillAnd if it's not Insta then it's emailsThere's beauty in the detailsSo I'ma try my best to pay attention to 'emSpend your day with this and it can get you through itI ain't seen an institute since I ended schoolingUsed to hate it, now my dreams take place in itSun shine through the blinds 'til I wake in itI just got done stretching like the eighth inningNow it's time to get something 'fore the day's finishedI gotWell wishes in my cellphone from my classmates that let themselves goWell aware that I'm well knownKnow we had a stretch of time between us that you felt close to me, butIt's been a minute sinceDid I change or did they rob me of my innocence?Inner city kids I grew up with, we had some differencesBut inside gymnasiums, it's almost like they didn't existTime's tickin', my mom's 50Told me that she been thinkin' 'bout spending time differentIt's more precious, what if I took the same method at 21 and adopted it?Sometimes I feel like I'm tripping for dipping out of town while my pops living stillPalms itching, but this money is not BenadrylAin't no pattern to the way I tend to feelIt's all over the placeI'ma lower the shades and sleep inI ran into a kid I grew up withHe shook my hand and told me, "No one thought you'd do this shit"I can't relate, but see, I understand'Cause when they hear me now compared to back then it's like, "Who is this?"Don't know if I changed, but the music didIn my old shit, I used to just admit thingsNow I sit around and wonder, "Is that something you admit?"'Cause when I hear it, all I do is cringeI guess I did changeTwo years in ATLBefore I moved, I had never got drunkNow I'm getting tore up like an ACLMeeting people that my friends idolizeThat they only ever get a chance to see on they TLArtists that they playing through a JBLIn somebody's basement, smoking, getting wastedSomething in the air and I can taste it2018 I couldn't be on my ownEvery night I'd call a girl and fall asleep on the phoneI guess it was how I coped with leaving from homeDiscipline, I gotta keep in controlIt gets more difficult to rap every day'Cause it's less and less things that feel like worth sayingNothing is for sure except life sure endsI tried to keep that in mind but it's not workin'