All of Ya

I been tryna figure out how to finish this album
Mad nostalgic, tryna find my inner magic
Thinking about the days where her hair blew out my window
Riding to a place we didn't know but we didn't care
Showed up at my shows even when nobody was there
And when I scream my heart out into this microphone
I hope you're listening on the other side
Cause when I'm coming up, I ain't tryna see you on the east side
You my shotgun, the muse to my chaos
Vision in the distance, this a debaucherous romp
And I now this just another song of things I lost
Album a collection of my rage
I took my pieces of my pain
Wrote them into verses, these are my lessons
Stuck in spaces, look too introspective
Cigarette burns in the couch
Maybe making messes
But I'll hold myself together just to say my thank yous
On the days when i just felt the rain
Wander through the city no one knows my name
But you did
I tried to prove it
Pushing buttons and called it tension
Just to see what came of intervention
All the homies who stood by my side
Even when I don't got a ride
I'm looking for new places
Scouting out locations, it's some newer spaces
Thank you for the people who thought we could make it to the moon
Told me to keep writing tunes
Make sure I scribble every time my mind needs to work on a riddle
These words become my problem solving tool
Cause they won't answer even when the checks stop coming
And I just keep on running
Trying to come to terms that things been finished
Yesterday I felt like I was winning
But hubris got the best of me
There's no fucking recipe
Either your people believe you, street looking sesame
Or you a clown and you fooling
It's easier to forget things
For a kid who dared to call himself royalty
I must've thought I was something special
Cause I rap over instrumentals
It's easy to talk about Kings
Just know it's hard to write about endings