No More

(الألبوم: The Detour - 2018)

In a cage that can hold me
So we go way back, that's the old me
They all been talking but don't know a thing
About my struggle in life, that's insulting
Running the upholstery, gun in the safe
I ain't never shot one inside, but it's late
And my head won't stop talking, I tried walking
'Round the block a few times, but still it's not stopping
I'm losing it now, I just don't get it
"Have you been drinking again, man? What is it?
Don't you see all of these people who listen
And hang on the words that you've written?" yeah, get it
But I'm in another zone, when these mics go
Got a fear of the light like I'm [?]
I might go psycho on a track like a 51-50
I've been tryna to put it on for everybody in my city
(Yeah, body in my city)
Feeling the pressure, but I will not let this shit break me, I know it
(Break me, I know it)
Lights on the strip, with my crew in this bitch, kinda hard to stay focused
Busting up the frame, everything is the same
All of the music wack, trying to make a name
Getting another head, another wait for the shit to go
I'm working atop the last shit I wrote a few minutes ago
And trying to stick me in the dark, I'm thinking the limit
The growth I've been on that trajectory, just wait for the missile
To blow and bust in through the door
I know they planning on keeping
They're tryna tryna keep a cooler copacetic for all of us, but
(All of us, but)

I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
Trapped in this room, I can't write no more
Not enough drugs to get high again
Everyone's trying to act like a friend
But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
No more

[?] no fake friends
Got some old Eminem in the tape deck
Skateboard shoes in the trunk, with the skate deck
Fake heads tryna plot against me, got replacements
Let it ride, and every rapper talking suicide
Mix a little [?] with a little Sprite
Trying to live in the moment, the music feeling like
The only thing I got in my world that could make me feel alright
See I found my own space now
I'm looking at some newcomers in the bank account
(Bank account)
I'm not trying to brag, I'm just saying how
You can make it happen, despite the people who hate it now
Got 'em tripping, I feel like I'm on a mission
To get the people to listen, they got me [?] suspicion
But when I step to the mic, and let you in on the vision
They see that some things are forever, but the real shit isn't
Ready to pop, I'm making the grave in my backyard
Can barely get up the hopes, in these wannabe rap stars
And hoping for fast cars, and political campaign
I think I've been doing just fine, in that lane but
(Fine in that lane, but)

I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
Trapped in this room, I can't write no more
Not enough drugs to get high again
Everyone's trying to act like a friend
But I'm just not feeling that vibe no more
No more