Finding Ends

And how do you expect to end this?
I was thinking something like this
Yeah
Ah just like that

Carrying the underground so long, it got my back broke
Yeezys in the pouring rain my nigga, I'm that cold
Twenty two in twenty two, nigga I'm that old?
They tell me I barely hit the greys

But still I guess I feel afraid, hope age follows greatness
Nas done won a grammy and we still ain't get famous
I tell you theres some levels to this shit, I'm in basement
Waiting on the locksmith like let aye me out, I've been patient
The secret ingredient
I'm down to pop the stove to see what I need it in
Pop was a star back in the 90s, in the womb where you'd find me
Craving my timing
Waiting for shine
Like a week of bad weather
It's really us with my demons, I fought them shits together
Music is therapy, losing is heroin
Who's in the mirror when you got shit to prove?
The view is imperative
My muse to vulgaris it
Perish every pop nigga fairer skin
Fear of me fear of us, care to know if they cheer to embarrass it, right?
I'm at this point in life where any fight will simply humble me
Older cousin told me scrap all of my raps and watched it crumble me
Sixty thou' wows on a freestyles it used to puzzle me
Now I'm down to sting em' and die off like a bumblebee