What's the Use?
Yo, the intro, let's go
Yo, what's the use?
I felt rich when I had no dough
And I ain't got a lot of that now
But I know I got more than most
But I still feel broke
In my hand and heart and soul
Feel like I need to escape
In the fast lane and I just coast
Yo, so what's the use?
Tell me, what's a man to do?
From when do I get to choose?
I'm tryna provide
I'm just tryna provide
Yo, we're all just tryna provide
Yo, aye, you see how most the philosophers are rich men
Talking holy but God didn't pick them
When your mind ain't stuck on survival
You might have time for a little deep thinking
Captive stands in the fields just thinking
What will I do when I'm past them gates?
These times I'm just sat at my desk
Like what will I do when I'm done this day?
Almost 12 and I'm thinking of ways to get paid
Been here since half past eight
(Is that the time?)
And it ain't the same
I know that it ain't the same
Aye, yo, but still
And I'm sat there listening to the music and
I'm thinking like
I don't wanna bussdown rollie
I don't know what bussdown rollie is
Most boys that I know ain't gonna be rappers, ballers
Couple still holding jibbs
Girls that I know run broken homes
Single moms with abandoned kids
And I don't see how we escape
It's like who's born in this race
Now I gotta listen to pop stars rapping
Telling me how I'm supposed to live
If I do what you do bro
Tell me who we making rich?
Like for real, like who's getting rich off this?
(Not me)
Like, I feel like I'm more, yo, I feel like I'm more than it
I'm not gonna lie
I know it sounds fucked
But I feel like I'm more than this
Yo, we got something more
Yo, let's go
Your starlight
I'll be your guide
Yo, aye
More, more, more
I feel like I'm more than my energy
More than my enemy
More than what the people dem said I'd be
More than what the telly is telling me
Hustler is selling me
More than my felony
More than my melody
More than myself
More than my first impression
My hurt aggression
My self-expression
Depression
I'm more than the question, more than the lesson
Way more than what I gave under pressure
Way more
Don't think that was a confession
More than my wealth, but I can't be more than my health
I can't be more than morbid decline
Or more than my mind
I used to think I was immoral
Now I'm walking the line
I'm more than alive
The art we leave will surely survive
I only rap about forever, so I'm more than my time
So I'm more than my time, I'm way more than my time
Yeah, yeah, I'm way more than my time
Alright, let's go
Yo, what's the use?
I felt rich when I had no dough
And I ain't got a lot of that now
But I know I got more than most
But I still feel broke
In my hand and heart and soul
Feel like I need to escape
In the fast lane and I just coast
Yo, so what's the use?
Tell me, what's a man to do?
From when do I get to choose?
I'm tryna provide
I'm just tryna provide
Yo, we're all just tryna provide
Yo, aye, you see how most the philosophers are rich men
Talking holy but God didn't pick them
When your mind ain't stuck on survival
You might have time for a little deep thinking
Captive stands in the fields just thinking
What will I do when I'm past them gates?
These times I'm just sat at my desk
Like what will I do when I'm done this day?
Almost 12 and I'm thinking of ways to get paid
Been here since half past eight
(Is that the time?)
And it ain't the same
I know that it ain't the same
Aye, yo, but still
And I'm sat there listening to the music and
I'm thinking like
I don't wanna bussdown rollie
I don't know what bussdown rollie is
Most boys that I know ain't gonna be rappers, ballers
Couple still holding jibbs
Girls that I know run broken homes
Single moms with abandoned kids
And I don't see how we escape
It's like who's born in this race
Now I gotta listen to pop stars rapping
Telling me how I'm supposed to live
If I do what you do bro
Tell me who we making rich?
Like for real, like who's getting rich off this?
(Not me)
Like, I feel like I'm more, yo, I feel like I'm more than it
I'm not gonna lie
I know it sounds fucked
But I feel like I'm more than this
Yo, we got something more
Yo, let's go
Your starlight
I'll be your guide
Yo, aye
More, more, more
I feel like I'm more than my energy
More than my enemy
More than what the people dem said I'd be
More than what the telly is telling me
Hustler is selling me
More than my felony
More than my melody
More than myself
More than my first impression
My hurt aggression
My self-expression
Depression
I'm more than the question, more than the lesson
Way more than what I gave under pressure
Way more
Don't think that was a confession
More than my wealth, but I can't be more than my health
I can't be more than morbid decline
Or more than my mind
I used to think I was immoral
Now I'm walking the line
I'm more than alive
The art we leave will surely survive
I only rap about forever, so I'm more than my time
So I'm more than my time, I'm way more than my time
Yeah, yeah, I'm way more than my time
Alright, let's go
Credits
Writer(s): Zane Burkmar
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