OUTCOME Lyrics

Yeah, they just waiting for the album

I be sitting in the studio writing these lyrics

Waiting for the outcome

Ain't at the top or the bottom, I'm in the middle

Yeah I'm feeling like Malcolm

Scrapping and scratching my lyrics again and again

I couldn't even count 'em

I wonder when I'm gonna finish for once

Wonder when I'm gonna feel like I'm done

Wonder when I'm gonna feel like I'm winning

Yeah wonder when I'm gonna feel from the jump

They say I'm stuck at the bottom

But look at my numbers, you see that I've already won

Sit back, step aside, look alive, smile wide

When they say that this bumps

Reflect on myself, I guess it's my time

They all just wanna talk down about me, all of them words hitting high tide

Got the music flowing up in this battle, I'm coming back with my mind right

They swear they thinking I'm known to the people, but old me was no right mind

Staring into my soul, asking me all these questions that I don't know

Tell them I gotta go, I got no squares in my circle but it's getting smaller

Shit hella cold, growing up, simple process but I wonder if I'll get a gold

Or I'll get platinum, or some more diamonds on my neck, man that is the goal

I feel like I'm talking and nobody listening

What is the purpose of all that I do

I'm typing these lyrics and feeling like giving in

Feel like I'm being controlled, so tell me all you need

This is your life, I'm just living it

I had an epiphany, but then I woke up and looked in the mirror

I feel like I'm missing it

Missing the point of something I don't know

Where did the time vanish, where'd it go

Respectfully feeling like I am the goat

I better be up at the top where you gloat

You're dead to me

Dead or alive with the rhymes, but tell me whatever you want, your wish is my command

It could be granted, then I can vanish, all this power you palming in your hand

You hold power in your palm

Nobody knows how it goes

On the board you hold power in a pawn

I been secluded from people

I don't want em all on my bag to profit on

They might look into my personal bubble

So they can make drama that they want

They can make drama that they want

They can make drama they feel like they need

Fingers pointed when I walk in the room

The person they recognize isn't me

People got ego's love to take over

You abuse it, and you'll see

When I'm gone don't try to cry

I'm under the ground, the best I can breathe