My life wasn't never that special
And when I die, yeah
They probably never make a special
No montage, no monologues
No memoirs, just vanish like mirage
It's too bad I never made a name
Cuz without the fame
Nobody happy that you came
Had a lot of friends
Till the texts stopped comin' in
Realized I'm the one checking in, how you been
I don't got time to talk about your troubles
Can't mess around tryna get no triple doubles
All the while, all the miles, miss my Mother
Its harder never seein' each other
It's Mic check, then it's lights check
Direct deposit come, then it's life check
How often should I count my blessings
Cuz if it's Gods Will n Grace
Then I'm Debra Messings, yeah
I'm not satisfied, Man I've never been
Even when it's clear that I shoulda been
Yeah He paid it all
So what's my gripe then
Just Imma be the same me
When my prayers is running hype thin
The truth is, I'm fun guy
Broke mold, go Kwahi
If I had his wingspan then I'd probably fly
Somewhere far away where it's OK to cry
I need a place to go for a minute
Cuz this Earth is like a timeshare
Try to own it for a minute
Yeah, but it's not for sale
All this kinda wisdom at 35
Prolly never make it, to the arm chair at 95
This a wicked generation Lord
Yo, get me outta here
Cuz this a wicked generation Lord
Wait, hold up, hold up, lemme ride share
My, my, my, Imma testify
Imma testify
My, my, my, Imma testify
If I'm still alive
My, my, my, Imma testify
Imma testify
My, my, my, Imma testify
If I'm still alive