Goodbye

This right here is meditation
This for all the years I spent in basements
Looking at the stars, I feel adjacent
Pretending my studio is a space ship
Aye, and none of y'all can say shit
At least I'm not fuckin' complacent
At least I'm not doing the same shit
That every other rapper is doing
But I'm still in the arcade, faded
Without my mic I feel naked
Runnin' through the streets like
"Please, someone give me a blanket"
Found separation from the pavement
A ninety degree angle where my aim is
And people like, "so, you wanna be famous?"
And I reply, "so you wanna kiss my a^&&."

All these intersections where my brain is
Indecision mixed with ambition and anguish
We don't even speak the same language
I might as well be speaking Danish
People can't smell the bullshit, it's shameless
Cuz they sniffin' coke like a drug dog in training
Yeah, being this crazy feels amazing
I don't even know what my name is
I don't even know who I came with
I can't even tell you who Yay is

I just want some speakers so i can play this
Took my album to school and told my teachers to grade this
Cuz if that fame shit was just like school
Then I would neva made pay list, they told me I ain't shit
That's why I hated being graded
It's why I'd skip my graduation
It's why I wanna be the greatest
It's why I hope I make it

So if I die, tell 'em I was right
Tell 'em everything is fine
Tell 'em these things take time
But I'm alive, and so is my whole tribe
WE gon' take a ride from thirty eight to thirty five
And bury us surrounding the foundation and they built 'em high
Airplanes, only dreams, no, we neva fly
Finally I'm in the terminal, I see a sign
Have a nice flight now, leavin' district nine!