Something to Consider ft. Seekie Lyrics

Am I running

I don't understand what's been causing division

Built up my dreams until they feel like a prison

Too old to listen and too young to care

Money, power, fame, and respect

Family, the love, and the life I neglect

Head on collisions with demons I bare

Caressing me softly

I feel like I'm there

I said, my god

Too good at my job

When the backstage pass hit three whole racks

And they still pay that

While they shooting my vlogs

I'm good at my job

Lets see what you got

Twenty four months I was sleeping on the porch

Hopped up with a torch in the Off White fours

I'm coming in hot

I look good in my socks

I look good when I'm sauced

Feel good as a boss

Making forty a pop when I'm off of the clock and I still rock crocs in sport

Two tone rock got me conscious

Baby got accomplices and who I got to caution for

I don't got to live too good, but I wanna live long

If the shirts VLONE, and the sheets Vuitton

And I'm kicking my feet on a green futon

While I'm dipping my rings in the Grey Poupon

With a Steve made suit on

Put the whole team on the Groupon

And I don't really need no coupons

Would it be better than a two wide

Two rooms in the back

And the lake house fat

With a hand made porch

Twelve cans of the Coors

Would a bottle of the George taste better when I'm drinking that poolside

Maybe

Life been a bitch ain't it

That's why we still getting faded

Lowkey IG with my latest

She got a stake in my status

I said, my god

Too good at my job

When the backstage pass hit three whole racks

And they still pay that

While they shooting my vlogs

I'm good at my job

Lets see what you got

Twenty four months I was sleeping on the porch

Hopped up with a torch in the Off White fours

I'm coming in hot

Is you ready or not

You a part of the plot

So let's see what you got

I cannot be bothered with averages

I'm the protagonist

Matter of fact, add it up

I don't get attacked enough

I ain't even had my lunch

But the backpack carrying the matte black ones

And the tracks we bag you ain't had that once

And I'm not even done

I just do it for fun

I can stand by my one

But with Stoozy and me this shit not even fun

Had to tape up the clip it ain't come with a drum

Know my bank account bump from this game that I hump

But I'm keeping it dry cause I don't need no kids

I know rap is a hoe

She fucking it up she gone bounce like a pogo

Record it on Go Pro

And watch it in slow mo

I'm checking my form while I smile in the photos

The way that I'm stacking think money my logo

If you seeing me spend it just count it as promo

I carry my city with TRB Kolo

My bullets is gay like they came from the A

Make you strip like a bitch trying to strip me of pay

I'm getting it in get it gone by the day

I'm too good at my job they gone watch me like prey

Try it

I get you gone like the Mayans

One of the greatest my mind is on Midas

I said, my god

Too good at my job

When the backstage pass hit three whole racks

And they still pay that

While they shooting my vlogs

I'm good at my job

Lets see what you got

Twenty four months I was sleeping on the porch

Hopped up with a torch in the Off White fours

I'm coming in hot