Gift Shops

I'm boxing in a ring just by myself, I pass the baton to myself
I'm in a relay against the world, ain't no one got me but myself
I help myself up when I fall, my knuckles hella scarred
From breaking down from pressure, from breaking down these walls
'Cause I done swung and missed, but follow through on every hit
You see it's 2020 something, that day-old shit can miss me
Dropped 20 something records while jump-starting my own business
And that isn't what's impressive, it's that I took the hate
In stride, and was depressed, but I still showed up every day
Though, I was late to most my parties, and blacked out 'fore they finished
And woke up with no memory of anything I said
It fucking bothers me like crazy, but I'ma keep on making
Mistakes, and shit it happens, guess that I'll just have to face 'em
I done killed me some relations, but never burned no bridges
'Cause what good is a path if that shit heads in no direction
I ain't headed where you're headed, dawg, tell me where your head is?
'Cause I've been level-headed, you just look like you're beheaded
Use your noggin for a change, might find the bigger problem
Like, maybe things are fishy cause your lines ain't got no bobbers
I've been on some shit that's different, I wish someone would diss me
And only for the sport of it to exercise their limits
See, 'cause most of y'all just reaching, but nothing's in your cupboards
Your oven never works, and you serve platters with no substance
You a kettlebell that sits, cobwebs and hella dusty
And I've been doing lunges off these bridges with no bungee
Tell me what complacent is, cause all I take is risks
And I've been him since Halo 2, when I got paid by Bungie
Ten feet tall when I step-in, a step-dad to these bad kids
And I'll stay one-step ahead, while you just walk all over people
Love is evil, spell it backwards, I'm Em without the bleach
LeBron in 2015, guess I'll do it with no team
I still got dreams I will achieve, and blessings to receive
And I'll keep paying dues until the costs are obsolete
And I won't ever take no shortcuts, no X, Y, A, or B
'Cause half that shit you think is real is never what it seems
Are these some on artists, or con artists, they scheme and it's all scripted
And I'm my biggest critic, but I live with my decisions
They would die to keep a lie alive, and that's depressing
And this is coming from somebody that has real depression
Takes a narcissist to know one, and I know who I am
The difference is, I want to change, and they just never cared
And look, I hate me more than you do, so good luck trying to faze me
And if you take that shot, I hope that courage ain't misplaced
But at least then I could respect you, and I would even let you
'Cause you know I'll keep coming back, this music's all I've ever had
This record's just a message, my love affair with hip-hop
Her and I been struggling, but that's just how the boat rocks
Had to drop some gems, so now you all can kick rocks
The real it lives forever, but your real on par with gift shops
And ain't nobody buy it, what you even selling?
A bunch of fucking songs that sound like everybody else's?
I might do way less in streams, but least that shit is me
It's WSJEO and all I need is we, yeah