3rd's intro

I took a path with my eyes closed
How many times have I almost died, man? Only God knows
I'm getting close to reaching my goals
Best believe that ain't nothing done until I meet my idols
Already killed most of my rivals
Because they tried to diss me and they couldn't write without a typo
Nobody needs to know where I go
It's just me, 3R and XxXayne, and we're in the stu like some psychos
I'm working overtime
I see my name in the future and it's overlined
I went through trials and tribulations, they know me now
I exceeded expectations, they can't hold me now
I'm at work, she on that timing, wanna show me now
I got ignored when I asked all my peers to show me how
So now I feel like on my own I work better
Cleaning up my schedule, I'm just tryna make Momma proud

Too much pressure is in my head, I need to go
Too much stress put on my shoulders, I know
Too much people counting on me to be the best
But it's hard to stay consistent when you get no rest
And it's hard to keep a smile when you're living like this
I need a spot where I can do some hiding
Call my girl so we can do a little vibing
I stay out the way, cause as you know it's been a while
I never lost it, at what cost though?
Felt like I done lost a lot, got no one to call, so
I'm just gonna keep rapping until I'm a fossil
I want them to remember me as a black Picasso
I made moves to get here, I done walked on mad snow
It's still cold as a brick, five hours from Glasgow
I just keep on writing hits, need another glass though
They keep on throwing me money, I don't go to mass though

I would've cried if I had the eyes for it
The problem is you were passed around like a passport
It ain't a personal issue because the mass know it
I got screwed over so I'm just a mad poet
After all the stories
After the after party and the drugs that were imported
My vision of you's distorted
After the late nights, you said that we date, right?
We went on two dates, right? You living a fake—
Stepping on landmines,
Stepping on other rappers to show you
Don't take time, it don't take time for glory
I tap in my pocket and empty your pockets
It's crazy cause I know how to rap, she dropping her stockings
I made an album with no misses
Wrote it with no missus, ended up with three
I wanna see how it ends up for me
She still drove thirty hours to me