Outcome

Yeah, they just waiting for the album
I be sitting in the studio writing these lyrics
Waiting for the outcome
Ain't at the top or the bottom, I'm in the middle
Yeah I'm feeling like Malcolm
Scrapping and scratching my lyrics again and again
I couldn't even count 'em
I wonder when I'm gonna finish for once
Wonder when I'm gonna feel like I'm done
Wonder when I'm gonna feel like I'm winning
Yeah wonder when I'm gonna feel from the jump
They say I'm stuck at the bottom
But look at my numbers, you see that I've already won
Sit back, step aside, look alive, smile wide
When they say that this bumps
Reflect on myself, I guess it's my time
They all just wanna talk down about me, all of them words hitting high tide
Got the music flowing up in this battle, I'm coming back with my mind right
They swear they thinking I'm known to the people, but old me was no right mind
Staring into my soul, asking me all these questions that I don't know
Tell them I gotta go, I got no squares in my circle but it's getting smaller
Shit hella cold, growing up, simple process but I wonder if I'll get a gold
Or I'll get platinum, or some more diamonds on my neck, man that is the goal

I feel like I'm talking and nobody listening
What is the purpose of all that I do
I'm typing these lyrics and feeling like giving in
Feel like I'm being controlled, so tell me all you need
This is your life, I'm just living it
I had an epiphany, but then I woke up and looked in the mirror
I feel like I'm missing it
Missing the point of something I don't know
Where did the time vanish, where'd it go
Respectfully feeling like I am the goat
I better be up at the top where you gloat
You're dead to me
Dead or alive with the rhymes, but tell me whatever you want, your wish is my command
It could be granted, then I can vanish, all this power you palming in your hand
You hold power in your palm
Nobody knows how it goes
On the board you hold power in a pawn
I been secluded from people
I don't want em all on my bag to profit on
They might look into my personal bubble
So they can make drama that they want
They can make drama that they want
They can make drama they feel like they need
Fingers pointed when I walk in the room
The person they recognize isn't me
People got ego's love to take over
You abuse it, and you'll see
When I'm gone don't try to cry
I'm under the ground, the best I can breathe