[Intro] Should I even hold on (x2) [Verse 1] Early morning, this ceiling's is too familiar Smell the stench on my clothing Messages from my love, and my stomach's touching my back Wake up knowing I'm ******* broke, I can't even fix me a sandwich But you can cut these records and dream of vision that trumps everything you seen through your eyes My mother's waiting, my brother's feeling tired A grown man, as I suffered through family ties Sitting at home alone where everyone's working tryna survive *******, you can see it in the way I'm frontin' I clean the house everyday to feel like I'm doing something Plus I contribute nothing These bills pile, see my mother fake her smile Hoping all this music *******t I'm doing now is worthwhile I pray she's not embarrassed Her compassion what I come to cherish Man, I know I'm after something more But these times make me question what's in store [Hook] Should I even hold on? Should I even hold on? The worlds telling me there's nothing here to see Got me wondering if I should go on Man, now should I even hold on? Should I even hold on? Road block after road block Tell me how exactly am I supposed to go on [Verse 2] I stop myself so I don't get excited These are usually the moments when you face is tyring Hopes up, hopes up, watch 'em fall You wonder why you should even believe at all Caught between who I am Caught between who I should be to this fickle land Caught between who I want me to be What my family wants me to see What the fans and industry needs I hate to think about it, but what if like What if like I don't master my full potential And I become lesser than my supposed credentials A slave to "could've been" Stuck in my oldest residential like "I woulda did it, but, *******t just wasn't efficient," I'm always thinking excessive You feel the hunger I'm desperate more than ever, the tone's becoming aggressive My lord, it's not a question that I'm after something more But these times make me wonder what's in store [Hook] [Verse 3] I used to work as a janitor cleaning toilets Took the bus like every morning to this office base Sad to see the faces on these workers One came to me looking nervous Told me no matter what, "Always search for your purpose Or you might just, end up like me I'm 45 and drive a Bentley Decent wife, but I hate the life that I chose" Damn, made me stop and think to myself All the *******t you come to accomplish has made you a living hell I guess it ain't what it seem A part of me should appreciate that I'm chasing a dream But I'm a realist, and a part of me would rather be stable Normal *******t, guess for me that wasn't placed on the table Past decisions, everything was made to be instant "I need it now, I need it now" Nobody told me settle down and just focus your efforts Mother and I were at odds, father was hot headed *******t to him was Wizard of Oz My ex was holding me back Was too concerned with being married, I carried a sense of guilt to any damage even buried I forced, myself to grow up Take on responsibilities that were out of my league Boxed in, I couldn't breathe "Write raps, whatever G, you see this *******t that I'm going through?" Stressing and tired, meanwhile I'm losing it all Apar*******ent, the job, the car Materialism, what kept me in prison I guess I wasn't honestly living admit it Back at my mama's like I never left I'm crying tears tryna catch my breath I been here too many times I can't take it, I can't take it, first time I contemplated death Peace to the dearly departed You know it's real when you find yourself back when you started My Lord You knew that there was so much more in store I guess it would be crazy to ignore Maybe I should hold on [Skit] *Knock* "Come in" "I'm going to work Make sure to take out the Pork Chops later today" "Also clean up this house, it's filthy in here" "And make sure you look for a job too if you get a chance I'll be back around 5"
[Intro] Should I even hold on (x2) [Verse 1] Early morning, this ceiling's is too familiar Smell the stench on my clothing Messages from my love, and my stomach's touching my back Wake up knowing I'm ******* broke, I can't even fix me a sandwich But you can cut these records and dream of vision that trumps everything you seen through your eyes My mother's waiting, my brother's feeling tired A grown man, as I suffered through family ties Sitting at home alone where everyone's working tryna survive *******, you can see it in the way I'm frontin' I clean the house everyday to feel like I'm doing something Plus I contribute nothing These bills pile, see my mother fake her smile Hoping all this music *******t I'm doing now is worthwhile I pray she's not embarrassed Her compassion what I come to cherish Man, I know I'm after something more But these times make me question what's in store [Hook] Should I even hold on? Should I even hold on? The worlds telling me there's nothing here to see Got me wondering if I should go on Man, now should I even hold on? Should I even hold on? Road block after road block Tell me how exactly am I supposed to go on [Verse 2] I stop myself so I don't get excited These are usually the moments when you face is tyring Hopes up, hopes up, watch 'em fall You wonder why you should even believe at all Caught between who I am Caught between who I should be to this fickle land Caught between who I want me to be What my family wants me to see What the fans and industry needs I hate to think about it, but what if like What if like I don't master my full potential And I become lesser than my supposed credentials A slave to "could've been" Stuck in my oldest residential like "I woulda did it, but, *******t just wasn't efficient," I'm always thinking excessive You feel the hunger I'm desperate more than ever, the tone's becoming aggressive My lord, it's not a question that I'm after something more But these times make me wonder what's in store [Hook] [Verse 3] I used to work as a janitor cleaning toilets Took the bus like every morning to this office base Sad to see the faces on these workers One came to me looking nervous Told me no matter what, "Always search for your purpose Or you might just, end up like me I'm 45 and drive a Bentley Decent wife, but I hate the life that I chose" Damn, made me stop and think to myself All the *******t you come to accomplish has made you a living hell I guess it ain't what it seem A part of me should appreciate that I'm chasing a dream But I'm a realist, and a part of me would rather be stable Normal *******t, guess for me that wasn't placed on the table Past decisions, everything was made to be instant "I need it now, I need it now" Nobody told me settle down and just focus your efforts Mother and I were at odds, father was hot headed *******t to him was Wizard of Oz My ex was holding me back Was too concerned with being married, I carried a sense of guilt to any damage even buried I forced, myself to grow up Take on responsibilities that were out of my league Boxed in, I couldn't breathe "Write raps, whatever G, you see this *******t that I'm going through?" Stressing and tired, meanwhile I'm losing it all Apar*******ent, the job, the car Materialism, what kept me in prison I guess I wasn't honestly living admit it Back at my mama's like I never left I'm crying tears tryna catch my breath I been here too many times I can't take it, I can't take it, first time I contemplated death Peace to the dearly departed You know it's real when you find yourself back when you started My Lord You knew that there was so much more in store I guess it would be crazy to ignore Maybe I should hold on [Skit] *Knock* "Come in" "I'm going to work Make sure to take out the Pork Chops later today" "Also clean up this house, it's filthy in here" "And make sure you look for a job too if you get a chance I'll be back around 5"
