Breaking Character

What's the point in being humble
What's the point of being young dumb living life 'till the world crumble
What's the point of being soft spoken, I ain't really with the mumble
Yeah I ain't really with the, breaking character

What's the point in being humble
What's the point of being young dumb living life 'till the world crumble
What's the point of being soft spoken, I ain't really with the mumble
Yeah I ain't really with the acting out
Breaking character, improv it out
Always on my toes, can't slip no, never give 'em much to talk about
Just something I learned from sitting in moments of broken concern of all that I've earned, it don't feel deserved
Ain't much that I got, but to some it's a lot, so I cherish the thought of the love that it's brought, 'cause I can't let it rot
Remember the nights we would chill at the lot
Not many will get it but that be the spot
Small town, raw sound, ah now, the voice of many in thought
Go head and give me the privilege I sought
The king on the throne, say this games is on lock
And stay cold as ice, so you don't vice, and try to Arya Stark
Better aim for the heart
'Cause my drive something different
Numbers been growing don't need the attention
My streaming has passed up the Pop, where my kin live
But I keep it on shush, Sh' sh' sh' Ha'
'Till they rise up scary like Jason
Friday Night Lights on my pavement
Gotta shine light on the path that I'm paving
In a way I'm really out here saving
Giving confidence, to minds trapped in enslavement
And hope to the ones that always felt that they ain't shit
Made a choice, to use my voice, to lift and shift this broken ship
But tucked away success, bragging on my best, like hiding a busted lip
What a trip
Know it's one way, not the fun way, but the praise coming like it's Sunday
So know someday, that my Feng Shui harmonizing with the greats
'Cause Niggas ain't got what it takes so I scrape off they portions and load up the plate

What's the point in being humble
What's the point of being young dumb living life 'till the world crumble
What's the point of being soft spoken
I ain't really with the mumble
Said I ain't really with the mumble
Nah I ain't really with the mumble

So I'm a just speak in advance
A rapper that needed chance, but never got glanced and now they just holding out hands
Can't blame 'em a nigga was destined for greatness, so hating was letting me know I was winning
The truth is there really is no competition, combine your numbers it ain't close to my ceiling
Body bag in the booth 'cause they know what I do
Shit was killed before I stepped in the stu'
Take a fortnight on a song, hit the wood, and start gunning for loot
Shit is my life, swear it's tied to my roots
Man these niggas ain't ready, need to lace up they shoes
'Cause that talking ain't walking I say this too often but know I'm a preach it 'till I hit the coffin
I'm spitting too sick, but I'm tea, so I cut all the coughing, and soften my endless exhaustion
But still gotta breathe when a nigga start hitting this topic
I heard that they better I had to say stop it
No pressure around me, you know I just drop it
I haven't released in a minute, but ain't lost precision, so go head and try to go top it