They try to hate what I′m doing, but I know that's chatter

Call me corny or cringe, yeah, like that matters?

They just left a hate comment, now my bag′s fatterThey wonder how I land mil's like Mad Hatter

I just dropped a new video, leave 'em all tattered

I want none of your city, to you, I bet that hurts

Tower over everyone, I′m climbing up the ladder

Used to be a glass ceiling, but now that′s shattered

I been getting really sick of this rap game

I'm mad at record labels ′cause they filled up with mad lames

Like, how could I cope, man? They're calling me bad names

I just wipe my tears with the hunnids, spit more flames

Most rappers just surface, ain′t more there

Post whips but on Spotify, they poor there

Got lazy, now I'm cutting into your share

Better get the ammunition now, it′s warfare

Kinda sad, all these rappers getting mad

'Cause I focus on my craft and I had to overlap every one of you

So down bad with it, focused on the racks

That you didn't even notice stepping to me is very dumb of you

I′m not mad, I don′t care, been too busy in my bag

To really even wanna make fun of you

Yeah, this is the vision, the masterpiece

It doesn't matter who′s after me, it's only me

′Cause I bring the cavalry every occasion

Send me your best and they're all getting wasted

Day in my shoes? Nah, man, most couldn′t take it

I put in the work, yeah, like, how could they hate it?

I think I know the answer

Tried to the cut the real ones out the game like cancer

They don't wanna hear the lyrical, spiritual, miracle guys

That throwing 40-syllable lines 'cause

Labels racking up a truck full of money

To these dumb little rappers with the name that sound funny

′Cause they′re easy to control, couple million in marketing, see 'em everywhere you go

If I had the same funds, then the music would explode

But now, I got a new strategy, just watch

I′m a couple viral videos from the top

I know they ain't ready for the hits I′m 'boutta drop

I′ll do it, any cost

I'm coming for the head of my enemies, need a war to get rid of me

Better kill every bit of me, swear it's like there were ten of me

Man, look what they did to me, tried to copy the recipe

Then they all became dead to me, now nobody′s ahead of me

Try to diss, they in debt to me, now they all wanna settle beef

Money green, call it Hulk ′cause I stack it incredibly

My God, I been running circles, man, it's not fair

Better get the ammunition now, it′s warfare

Kinda sad, all these rappers getting mad

'Cause I focus on my craft and I had to overlap every one of you

So down bad with it, focused on the racks

That you didn′t even notice stepping to me is very dumb of you

I'm not mad, I don′t care, been too busy in my bag

To really even wanna make fun of you

Yeah, this the vision, the masterpiece

It doesn't matter who's after me, it′s only me

′Cause I bring the cavalry every occasion

Send me your best and they're all getting wasted

Day in my shoes? Nah, man, most couldn′t take it

I put in the work, yeah, like, how could they hate it?

They probably hate it 'cause your ego been building up

You finally getting money, but your soul isn′t filled enough

Like, we get it, you perfected the vision, you quit your job, man, you did it

You finally made something for yourself

But I know you're not painless, you′re getting fame, but you hate it

You feel commodified, but you been way too scared to just face it

So you just run around parading, but you help with the greater

You're talking 'bout how you′re the greatest, but inside you be caving

′Cause you don't know who you are anymore

Inner thoughts kicking down the door

"Josh, I think it′s time we take you on tour

Forget about your mental health, we think it's time to perform

Forget about your self-esteem, just get in front of the camera

You gotta turn into a product, let′s just make the brand grander

We need a hit, we need a feature, man, we've really gotta chart

Heard you′re making Fearless II, I heard that's coming from the heart

But I don't like it, I get it, you just wanna do your art, but you should scrap it

Oh come on, man, I thought you wanted to be famous"

Forget the warfare, there′s a war in your mental

You been at a crossroads, you been stuck in the middle

Like, do you wanna dive in, or do you wanna stay little?

Swear you′re always back and forth, man, why the hell you so fickle?

Your last album went pop, but that wasn't really you

The point of what you′re doing is just talking to the youth

Helping fans with their depression, to escape for just a second

Maybe they're taking the message and then put away the weapon

Man, just think about it, reassess the motive

This ain′t quantum, this isn't show business, this is musical healing

Embrace the pain, let ′em feel it, and wear your heart on your sleeve

Let the flaws all be seen, don't worry 'bout all the greed

′Cause deep down I know you′d die for it

Just 'cause you were born outta the pain

You were trying to exist, but you barely maintained

Being chained to your depression, only thing that brought change

You concealed it like a weapon, but the gun stays aimed

And you would die for your family even if you were estranged

All the bags that you been chasing got ′em falling to the waist

You would never miss a dinner, now you miss the holidays

Been too wrapped up in the vision, you're a loser, you′re a lame

Man, I hate you, but I'm you

If I gotta see it, I guess I′ll make you see it too, fix it