Текст песни
Can't match the style nor the pow-uh
Ain't no way the fire getting doused
Lowkey bawse the ones that ain't with it we send 'em out
9 millie the city fuck yo town up, oh my god
Look at dude, he done made it on the news
He done did it now he rude
Yup! down on my luck, and i on really give a, ugh
I sweat and I bleed, uh, down on my feet when I need
Do everything to keep ya, bumpin' me bumpin' me through ya speaker
Til it's time to rest in peace, yuh!
Just let me highlight this, highlight that
Whatever's on the screen really went down like that
And you get a choice, love it or hate it but I...
Live my life behind a cracked screen
Nothing what it seems
Live my life behind a cracked screen
Nothing is just what it seems
Crack screens, device that used to fold
Every thing that glitter can't be gold
Everything that glitter cant be trusted
Fuck it cause I ain't got time today
People flexing insecurities on me
My imperfections ain't gone cure you homie
I used to think the money take the pain
Got the money never felt the same
I used to be the type Nigga that looked at tv and wanted to be like my heroes
But then I met heroes along with some egos
And realized they was just selling me dreams
I used to be the type Nigga that walked through the mall and wished for the clothes in the window
But then I evolved
The window revealed that being myself is the finest of things
Cracked screen
Nothing what it seems
Live my life behind a cracked screen
Nothing is just what it seems
Live my life behind a cracked screen
Cracked screen
Broken dreams
Cracked screen
Broken dreams
I don't need no one
To know what I'm worth
I don't need no one
To know I ain't perfect
Don't need you
To feel my own worth
It's a waste of time