[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 a€œyoung, learn to be the besta€?
|
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
|
|
[Hook]
|
Heard a€?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
|
a€œKeep your individuality, that's what's gonna get you..a€?
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
[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
|
|
[Hook]
|
|
-----------------
|
To Da Top
|
| Kid Cudi |
