[ Featuring The Bangas, Robert Glasper ]
You're in way over your head
You ain't dope, you whack whack
You too black, you fat fat
You ain't high enough on the scale
I mean, you cool and all, but you ain't LL
You ain't Yonce, you ain't Ri Ri, you ain't Mary J
You might as well be the KKK
You on some ghost shit, nobody knows you, kid
Excuse me miss, do you have an ID?
Or a HI C, an icy? Thirsty ass
You ain't cold, f*ck outta here, you wildin' here
Nobody knows you, nobody owes you kid
You do know there are levels, right?
There are scales, where your likes at?
Get your weight up, get your dreams up
Grow your team up, get them streams up
That Tiny Desk shit only gon' last so long
Girl, where are your new songs? Where are your new poems?
What are you anyway, are you a poet or a singer?
Nah, you a rapper, huh, welp, good luck with it
Don't get in it if you ain't trying to win it
Don't get satisfied, can't get too comfortable
Can't get stagnant or complacent in that basement
This shit really will pass you by
If you don't open your eyes and watch the stove
'Cause the stove is hot
Cooking red beans and chitlins
Pork chops popping and you ain't popping yet
Ain't no trying to be great
Either you is or you ain't
Ain't no trying to be great
Either you is or you ain't
If the hype is hype and the likes don't like
And the streams don't sell and the album fails
If the fans don't buy and you wonder why
No ties, just sigh (you're in way over your head)
You're patrolling and scrolling
Trolling and hoping that someone pays you attention
Well, here is a round of applause for the clap back queen
The typing typo, the inflated ego, the WIFI ninja
The disrespectful loose lips, loose key grips
The tea sip, spilt all over laptop screen and chips
All whilst holding your self esteem up with a bad wrist
Bitch, outta here
Where are your new songs?
Whenever you forget what you doing this for
Remember to expand, Craig
If not for you, for your fans, Craig
For the people that want to see you win, Craig
I know sometimes you're not confident
You feel incompetent, you lack confidence
But a lot of people lack that
Work through that, fight through that
Remember that you meet failure, you don't end with that
You keep going, you keep working
You keep making ugly shit that others find beautiful
You work through your insecurities
Your jealousy, your not good enoughs
Your not cute enoughs, your not fine enoughs
You're dope enoughs, you're not enough
Never enough, too much
Gotta keep working, searching, learning, lurking
Looking for your purpose
Have you, have you found it yet, found it yet?
Have you found you, have you found it yet?
Have you found you?
