Self Noted Lyrics

A lot of difficulty day by day it's harder with these games

But I could give you the play by play

If hip hop was my wife, then she'd be Rachel Ray

She always cookin' something up no matter what the flavor tastes

Trapped in the labyrinth of uncertainty

The palette swap converted into a colorful burgundy

Not knowing where my next paycheck is hurting me

But I bet this country's history was built like that purposely

Or maybe I'm complaining too much

Sittin' waitin' on this interview that came to do lunch

I was trying to be patient, homie never showed up

But no love was even lost, so I had to roll up

Got no time to stay down, I gotta keep going up

Ain't nobody collabing because my style's robust

I'm free-fallin', yelling out Geronimo

Perhaps it's the only way I gotta go but I'ma show (show)

All of you, who's the best in the game, yeah

Playin' hard mode is that what you claim?

Deshi, where have you been? I'm just glad you're back with a pen

Pad and started writing again blowing right past the wind

Everybody is a sinner that's what makes us human

Everything that I've learned, I really wish I knew then

How you handle certain tragic and traumatic events

Could possibly just separate all the boys from the men

Japanese celebrities you know they count with the yen

Sometimes I'd rather be secluded in a comfortable den

Only reason why I'm saying this cuz I can relate

Though we barely knew each other I can't imagine the weight

That you had to carry right onto your shoulders and slate

Even in your condition, you seem to never lose faith

A certain energy and aura that we cannot replace

Though I pray that one day we can all go meet up in space

Maybe gather around the stars, create our own galaxy

Knowing that your soul had more juice than 2D batteries

I'm just saying, or is it the 15 minutes of the fame?

Was that your aim? I hope not