[Verse 1]

If I go back to cleveland with nada

I'mma have one disappointed mama, no!

I'mma have one disappointed fam, I'mma feel bad

That I can't provide for my fam

I can't help how my mom process

Mr. huts told a nigga "young, learn to be the best"

And if I can't do that mayne, fuck I'm living for?

I got a pack of newports and a super-bad whore

I step out and I drink a lot of hennessey

Battle in my sleep with the demons tryna ruin me

A bunch of discouraging words, saying that fame wasn't meant for me

Take it back to cleveland, you heard?

I can't stop them from speaking

Their visions all intense, got me laid out leaking

Y'all don't know the half, kid cudi got issues mentally

That I scribble down fast, like

I won't go, I can't go

I won't fold dogg, I can't fold

Is what I say to myself over and over

Cruising through the city in my black range rover

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Heard 'em whispering, I heard them talking now

Now that I'm bubblin' now

Thought I forgot how

You try to take me off my grind

Yup, yup, they tried take me off my grind

But it's my time, boy

We going straight to the top

Watch me live, my nigga

[Verse 2]

When you making moves, everybody pounding you

But when you down and out, niggas won't acknowledge you

Sick to the stomach when I think about losing, but

I love this music, so this the life that I'm choosing..

I had to find out who the real scout was

Meditated with a buzz, all focused to get my hunger back

So alone, just me and an instrumental

They say my music ain't normal

Must be something up with my mental

I got to be aware, I don't spit about guns and drugs

Well dumb fuck, I don't know about guns and drugs

I spit what I know, and you should too!

But you won't, we all know, you wanna jock the next dude

And you follow the next man

Well, I was born to be a leader so you know that I'mma follow my heart fam

And I'mma roll with what my nigga manny said

"Keep your individuality, that's what's gonna get you.."

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[Verse 3]

I ain't tryna make hits for the club no more

I'm just tryna make hits for my niggas at war

Day to day in the white man's world

Getting head from the white man's girl

That's me when I'm stressed

Having dreams of a dark-skinned chick with big breasts

While I'm thinking of steps to be king, just like in chess

Kid cudi won't rest, that's when I'm at my best

Flow's good, hot to death, I see the rest mayne

I lot of cats tryna make it happen through the music

The truest thing about it is not everyone can do this

Gotta spit different from another nigga living

If I ain't, I'm slippin

And I'm never getting up

With that in your head, dogg, I'm never giving up

Looking up at the ceiling, chillin at my wake

And these lames gotta hate, see the lyrical wizardry

Airing out my dirty laundry for these niggas that hate cause I'm here

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