Lyrics
Ay look
The boss be watching me on cam but
I don't really give a damn about what he think
I don't even need this
Bitch you gon see me in grammys and shit, hmm!
Like he be talking about why I don't focus, no sir
You gon see my motion
Throw some bitches on the back of Porsche
Of course imma handle this fanbase and shit
The same attitude got me fucked up
The same attitude got me fucked up
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
The same attitude got me fucked up
The same attitude got me fucked up
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big
Man
Homie probably think I change
Five years later, I'm still living same
Five hundred dollars on a therapy session
Therapist told me something wrong with my brain
I say - what?
She say - go see a doctor
Doc gave me pills to change how I feel
But here's the deal
This is America baby
You either pay for the pills or you pay all your bills
America got him fucked up
America got him fucked up
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
America got him fucked up
America got him fucked up
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big time (big time)
Big
Man
So I had to choose between being homeless or being mentally stable
What I do, do I ask for favors?
To put roof on my head, get some food in table
I say - hell nah!
So I started putting hours like
All of my friends in the corporate tower they
Selling their dreams to the people in power
The house is sweet but the mortgage is sour
And it gets you the best when you're living on edge