Inside Out

Everything is inside
Look up to the sky talk to God, tell him you on his side
I been faded smoking blunts with my brothas gotta stay high
All that pain that you feel it ain't real cause everything is inside

Young Bry on a mission searching for the road to riches
19 independent with no deal he know gifted
Still trapping making profit but he opened up a business
Selling merch and doing numbers with the music you a witness
Live in Harlem born hustler he smart with ambition
Dedicated to the music he believe in the vision
Known by many he don't care though these weirdos ain't competition
He running laps on these runner-ups that shit intuition
Never had shit as a youngin still was popular with women though
And now I'm a sniper I be having them all up in the scope
She said was you at the show I told shawty I performed
She said you a model and you rap I was uninformed
Don't forget I sing too at shows I get wild applause
In English and Spanish don't forget I really go abroad
30K on YouTube and Spotify really doing numbers
I choose accomplishments over compliments just being humble

Everything is inside
Look up to the sky talk to God, tell him you on his side
I been faded smoking blunts with my brothas gotta stay high
All that pain that you feel it ain't real cause everything is inside

I'm high again, ain't coming down from the clouds till I fly again
Take me out my comfort zone and you gon have to fly me in
Remember I was 12 niggas clowned me they was condescending
Now they see me working with they hands out just pay attention
That's a lesson they gon get karma and imma count my blessings
Started off poor with plans to own more I'm destined
Young Bry gon be a living legend gotta manifest it
Feeling like A.I the answer to all these nigga's questions

Everything is inside
Look up to the sky talk to God tell him you on his side
I been faded smoking blunts with my brothas gotta stay high
All that pain that you feel it ain't real cause everything is inside