[Intro]
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Yeah, oh yeah [x2]
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[Verse 1]
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Now from the words I view, ya'll people got me thinking
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Why do I continue rhyming words while I'm speaking?
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Why do I continue waking up every morning?
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Why do I continue dissing rappers who are boring?
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Got to many questions, thought with no answers
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Way too many people saying put away the sampler
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Why do people tell me I should pick up a guitar?
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Why the fuck would I do that? I'm a mc not a rock star
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How many people feel like this?
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How many people wanna grip they head and feel a twist?
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Trying to levitate, taking steps at a time
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You can talk what you walk, no effect on my mind (Cause' I'm breaking necks)
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No more making threats
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People in this game claim to be natures best
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Class taking bets, just for teaching y'all a lesson
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But man, this ain't the time, I got one too many questions
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For Real
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[Chorus]
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What's up, with all these questions?
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I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
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Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
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Do that effectively
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Is this like testing me?
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But it won't, no it won't, get the best of me
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[Verse 2]
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When will I die? and how will I emerge?
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When will I teach these mother fuckers not to doubt my words?
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How can I keep myself together trying to survive?
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How will I make through another day at 9 till 5?
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I'm lost in this world, double-crossed in this world
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Block everybody out; I'm pissed off at this world
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Got 9 years of paying dues, and not a thing to show
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Feel like throwing in the towel, call it quits and play it low
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But I can't cause' I'm dedicated
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I love this game, but at the same time I kind of hate it
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Got me stressed and I can't figure if I'm going to make it
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Got people telling me my records now anticipated, but I got questions
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Like why did that peep give them beats away for free?
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And how come I got greedy and started charging a fee?
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How can we be happy when there's families' suffering?
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And when will anyone from here win the Stanley cup again?
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[Chorus]
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What's up, with all these questions
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I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
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Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
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Do that effectively
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Is this like testing me?
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But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
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[Verse 3]
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Aiyyo, 20 years from now, and I rich or am I broke?
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Am I digging dirt from ditch's trying to my c.d out?
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Do I sit behind a desk working different office jobs?
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Paying off a student loans instead of dropping jaws?
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That life ain't for all, and that life ain't for me
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I was born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
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In the future; buy property, 64 acres
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My people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (Pshh)
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That's got me wondering, imagination running wild, my days are numbering
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Y'all don't understanding what I'm thinking, 25 I'm finished
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Unless I'm offered full-time employment in this business
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Yeah? So what's it coming to?
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And what am I supposed to do?
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Trying to stay alive, they make that shit it's classified
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But I'm doing what I want, expressing every word
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This is my life, I'm living it so fuck what you heard
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[Chorus]
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What's up, with all these questions
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I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
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Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
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Do that effectively
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Is this like testing me?
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But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me
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Questions
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Classified |