People - SOL

These people loving you

But you ain’t loving nothing

Yeah you always saying something

But you ain’t loving nothing

Yeah

Wake up and I brush my teeth

Pack my shit and fuck in peace

Never take 'em back again

Fuck having these rapper friends

I’mma run around the track and take over the map again

Money changes everything, believe me I know firsthand

Best friends, lost them, still I’m on my working man

Feed me life or give me death, leave me right where I stand

Leaning on a mic stand, something like the crucifix

Sacrificed it all for life in the music biz

Lick our thumbs

Chase a thousand dreams

Say the loudest things

Faking like we proud as kings

Almost famous when you break up with your queen

Now you made it and now all these ladies laying in the sheets

But it isn’t enough, the feeling isn’t filling you up

Gun in the glove, breaking hearts while looking for love

Writing your songs, thinking nothing is wrong

Like you ain’t know that you’re not

Like you ain’t noticed that you’re already gone

Okay I know I said I’ve been supported

Got my vision distorted

Out here touring

Making profit but I can’t afford it

The world is spinning, still I’m stuck in a moment

Smoking all my problems 'cuz tomorrow isn’t promised

Probably lost it a long time ago, walking on molly moons

Dancing with stars, you ever wonder who’s watching you

While you trying to fuck Rihanna, like Pac would fuck Madonna

Well I’mma fuck the world with no condom

I’m no father but I’m raising these rappers, raising the bar, blazing paths

Instead of rolling papers, you should go enroll in class

Nothing holding you back, except the focus you lack

There’s so more to this world, than just blowing up and rap

These people love you, that equals power

I see it in the music, if you feel me turn me louder

Am I talking to myself, saying something in the mirror

Put together all my lyrics you might see my picture clearer

Zilla

Sometimes you gotta be alone

That’s why I bring the weed alone

All week long, locked in the studio

Pause for my girl to come home but I ain’t moving on

When you aiming high, everybody fall to the wayside

If I die alone, the blame is mine

I pray to based god, you hear me through the grape vine

'Cuz if not then what I’m living for

My new religion is unimaginal

Every song I perform, some like a diary

White tears for my eyes with the heart in my sleep

This city is lonely on top

I say its sorta' in between

I’ve been dreaming for years

Feel like I talk in my sleep

Sometimes I wake up on stage, bright light in my eyes

I start writing my wrongs and reciting them live