Louis

Everybody talking to themselves about who spits the bestBut really they just looking at who has the most to flex

They don′t get the message they don't even check

Yo, they don′t even get how really fuckin' complex

All this shit is and how it really affects

What's going on in their head and how they really feeling inside their chest

Then when its released they got the nerve to go and object

Like they′re the ones who spent a whole year on that fuckin′ project

This is all that I got, like feet fail me not

Haven't been given opportunities like this one a lot

Feels like I miss every time I′m out there and shooting my shot

Get on the spot and feel like my tongues tied up in a knot

Fuck the money and the fame, 'cause I got neither

Only have myself to blame, ′cause I'm an underachiever

Still sick as a fever, looking as sharp as a cleaver

Once I get a bad-bitch you know that I′ll never leave her (probably)

Let's just say my futures set in stone like I'm the oracle

That I′m historical, you′ll see my name in editorials

Hope I make it out my 20's without attending my memorial

You′ll be blown away to hear I learned rap from YouTube tutorials

My formula, for informing ya

Of my vocal utopia, phobias of loneliness

And addiction to opiates

Associates are praising me so ceremonious

Don't just have one banger, yo

The hits are steadily copious

My goal is really not to get wealth

Or have to maneuver in public gatherings with some stealth

I just wanna make the most of all these cards I′ve been dealt

You'll probably never see me walking around in a Gucci belt

Yeah, I know I started rapping for my mental health

′Cause at the time nobody gave a fuck 'bout how I felt

Got a pen put it on paper and it really helped

Now I think it's the reason I didn′t kill myself

So when I say rap saved me I ain′t exaggerating

And all of you haters can just go on flaming

I'ma set my sights higher keep getting better at aiming

′Til I'm amazing and the entire world is mine for the taking

And writing raps is all fine and dandy

But when a pansy in a mansion mumbles and he gets a Grammy

Talking about him sipping lean and how he′s always on a Xanny

That's a concept that I have a little trouble understanding

Why we keep making these stupid people famous?

Swear to god all that dramas hella contagious

They do something minuscule all of a sudden it′s courageous?

Maybe even outrageous, it slowly makes us brainless

(Louis did you see Kylie's new holiday line?)

Bitch, you can suck right on my holiday line

Motherfuckers skip the line and start thinking that they're divine

Just ′cause something they designed

Wasn′t shitty as yours or mine

So fine, I'm tired of losing my mind

′Cause nothing 'bout the passion only what you will buy

No one gives a fuck no matter how hard you try

I′m out here working overtime just tryna get by

Yet, I still don't got the cash to get a pad to call mine

My friends are moving up and I feel like I′m lagging behind

The grind, is weighing down on my mind

Confined, in these really fuckin' hard times

Why won't all my fuckin′ stars align?

I can′t stop having this dream

Where I got everything

That I've been searching for but it ain′t what it seems

I'm a mainstream artist supreme with hella self esteem

I got a fan base big enough to form my own regime

Yet I wake up in a sweat and scream

′Cause I've found that in that dream

No one I love could be heard seen

They′re probably hating me for what I'm paid to be

And yet I go out every day and embrace what money has made of me

If it gets like that I wish I'd never done it

The dream of fame and fortune′s so convoluted it′s funny

Like a day could have no clouds but it sure as hell ain't sunny

I guarantee the richest man in the world ain′t got shit for money

Really I gotta take a minute and re-evaluate

Before I really commit, make this dream accelerate

'Cause honestly this shit, no matter how lit

Could actually be one really big fucking mistake