Sometimes I would think, man maybe I should just sell this beat
Maybe it's too good for me
Maybe I shouldn't try to rap no more
Maybe I should've just you know
Killed my dreams
And at night time, just to go to sleep at night
I had to sit up there and be like man I know I can do it
And build it up within myself and build a forcefield around myself, with a cockyness and an arrogance
That where I walk in the office, you can't tell me nun, my stuff is hot
Forget you
You don't know, you don't know
You know what
I could've let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas, so they say I'm gassed
But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh
I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
You n- wear suits because you can't dress no more
You can't say nothing to Nigga Balls no more
I rocked a hand full of people, but I still count it as tour