Confusion
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
What's that mean?
Tell me what's that mean
We live in America, home of the brave
But still I don't feel free
It seems so simple to me
But that's really easy to say
When you're blind to the little things going in a cycle
Having you stuck in your ways
What's your struggle?
Tell me what's the struggle
Is it pride? Is it fame? Is it blowing on a tree?
Is it lying? Is it cheating? Are you overcome with greed?
Human nature is a life of habits
Don't get caught up with livin' lavish
There's a daily grind and a daily struggle
Never see it coming cause it's so subtle
Life's the royal rumble
Find balance, don't stumble
Ball out, remain humble
Hold on to your life, don't fumble
Find alternatives, do it for the kids
Imagine a world that don't know what violence is
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
Get ya mind right, all your plans fell through
Lost in a world, don't know what Ima do
Lord, I need guidance
Yeah, I hear sirens
Also warnings about violence
Stopped smoking them trees for a better life
Knowing I had a better version of me
Sober me is well off
Better than I ever thought I would be, yeah
Time and time and time again
I wish I could start again
With some paper and a pen
Write my problems from start to end
Back to the days before my fall
Seem like I didn't care at all
Bout my future I recall
Aye Dawg yolo, risk it all
Had to change my ways
For my nephews I thought
At least that's what I would say
God told me I had to stay
The whole world revolves around green
Sadly because it means everything
There's no right or wrong way to win
It's about how the Lord blesses us, even when we sin
In God we trust, everyone has a different story
All on different paths, trynna seek glory
Lookin' for Heaven, avoiding purgatory
Life is all about what we make it
God's giving us blessings, so we gotta take it
Be not conformed to this world
But be transformed by the renewal of your mind
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
What's that mean?
Tell me what's that mean
We live in America, home of the brave
But still I don't feel free
It seems so simple to me
But that's really easy to say
When you're blind to the little things going in a cycle
Having you stuck in your ways
What's your struggle?
Tell me what's the struggle
Is it pride? Is it fame? Is it blowing on a tree?
Is it lying? Is it cheating? Are you overcome with greed?
Human nature is a life of habits
Don't get caught up with livin' lavish
There's a daily grind and a daily struggle
Never see it coming cause it's so subtle
Life's the royal rumble
Find balance, don't stumble
Ball out, remain humble
Hold on to your life, don't fumble
Find alternatives, do it for the kids
Imagine a world that don't know what violence is
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
Get ya mind right, all your plans fell through
Lost in a world, don't know what Ima do
Lord, I need guidance
Yeah, I hear sirens
Also warnings about violence
Stopped smoking them trees for a better life
Knowing I had a better version of me
Sober me is well off
Better than I ever thought I would be, yeah
Time and time and time again
I wish I could start again
With some paper and a pen
Write my problems from start to end
Back to the days before my fall
Seem like I didn't care at all
Bout my future I recall
Aye Dawg yolo, risk it all
Had to change my ways
For my nephews I thought
At least that's what I would say
God told me I had to stay
The whole world revolves around green
Sadly because it means everything
There's no right or wrong way to win
It's about how the Lord blesses us, even when we sin
In God we trust, everyone has a different story
All on different paths, trynna seek glory
Lookin' for Heaven, avoiding purgatory
Life is all about what we make it
God's giving us blessings, so we gotta take it
Be not conformed to this world
But be transformed by the renewal of your mind
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to take on all this stress with no weed?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
How I'm supposed to keep myself from getting in between?
When everyone in this world is all about the green
When all the big homies stay blowing on some trees
When all the ones turning up, are under cover fiends
When the world is coming to an end so it seems
How I'm supposed to win in this world, what's that mean?
How I'm supposed to turn up in the club with no lean?
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Writer(s): Nicholas Moore, Phillip Gonzales
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