WHAT'S THE USE? Lyrics

Yo, the intro, let's go

Yo, what's the use?

I felt rich when I had no dough

And I ain't got a lot of that now

But I know I got more than most

But I still feel broke

In my hand and heart and soul

Feel like I need to escape

In the fast lane and I just coast

Yo, so what's the use?

Tell me, what's a man to do?

From when do I get to choose?

I'm tryna provide

I'm just tryna provide

Yo, we're all just tryna provide

Yo, aye, you see how most the philosophers are rich men

Talking holy but God didn't pick them

When your mind ain't stuck on survival

You might have time for a little deep thinking

Captive stands in the fields just thinking

What will I do when I'm past them gates?

These times I'm just sat at my desk

Like what will I do when I'm done this day?

Almost 12 and I'm thinking of ways to get paid

Been here since half past eight

(Is that the time?)

And it ain't the same

I know that it ain't the same

Aye, yo, but still

And I'm sat there listening to the music and

I'm thinking like

I don't wanna bussdown rollie

I don't know what bussdown rollie is

Most boys that I know ain't gonna be rappers, ballers

Couple still holding jibbs

Girls that I know run broken homes

Single moms with abandoned kids

And I don't see how we escape

It's like who's born in this race

Now I gotta listen to pop stars rapping

Telling me how I'm supposed to live

If I do what you do bro

Tell me who we making rich?

Like for real, like who's getting rich off this?

(Not me)

Like, I feel like I'm more, yo, I feel like I'm more than it

I'm not gonna lie

I know it sounds fucked

But I feel like I'm more than this

Yo, we got something more

Yo, let's go

Your starlight

I'll be your guide

Yo, aye

More, more, more

I feel like I'm more than my energy

More than my enemy

More than what the people dem said I'd be

More than what the telly is telling me

Hustler is selling me

More than my felony

More than my melody

More than myself

More than my first impression

My hurt aggression

My self-expression

Depression

I'm more than the question, more than the lesson

Way more than what I gave under pressure

Way more

Don't think that was a confession

More than my wealth, but I can't be more than my health

I can't be more than morbid decline

Or more than my mind

I used to think I was immoral

Now I'm walking the line

I'm more than alive

The art we leave will surely survive

I only rap about forever, so I'm more than my time

So I'm more than my time, I'm way more than my time

Yeah, yeah, I'm way more than my time

Alright, let's go