Do you fuck with your boy?
Or you still not sure?
Everybody I know is eating or going on tour
Making moves before they realize success can allure
Looking back before they knew that they were meant to be sure
Like how much you really gotta to put in?
Even asking that question lets everybody know your just beginnin
It’s levels to the tiers
Through the writer blocks and the fears
Studying careers and sifting through what really appears in the mirrors is deep
But you can swim where you wanna swim
On the bottom in the middle or the surface if you wanna win
Context is a state of mind
If I’m running for election than the state is mine
Are you scared of the fall?
Or excited to fly?
Fear is fear
We all die
So how you not alive?
The moment is pure
But the journey’s grandeur
So do you fuck with your boy?
Or is you still not sure?