Lyrics:

Sometimes it’s baby steps that we need to take, that we yet avoid, this shit ya just can’t fake. Sometimes it’s maybe preps to this shit that we just shake, off as not gon’ help me, but we need to make. The best of our time, I’m not a saint at this, at all, that fall I take shake like a quake. I ain’t tryna diss my people when I can’t do the same, I’m chanting my name in my brain as my worst enemy, the thirst for first just don’t ring home, sending me down a cycle of “this thing blown!”. Type mentality, gradually I feel myself slipping from the real, I’m doing this for me, becomes the slums in history, some have when they go down a path of suicidal, now how do I end this shit and stay vital, alive, I strive, to end this bend I’m on, I’m trapping my self in a box, no more, move on. Show your true self, I hope to form it all. I’ve yet to get discovered, by even me, a tall task to ask, but what I need to do is try harder, no mo’, I can get away if I lie smarter. Not the type of Hype that I once was. Hammering through my head, the dread ‘cause, I was clamoring for fame, words to my name, such acclaim, now I speak so weak at this thang, stop it, no negative mentality, gotta get off the internet mo’ my reality, it’s calling me but I still try to get back, I can’t do it, tell ya self that shit ya flew in, it’s a shoo-in if you don’t have the right grip, a monsoon on you can start from just a slight drip. If you let it, forget it, your heading down there again, no, stay up, yo. Pray up, mo’, if that’s what will help you out. A Hype is a man of many plenty doubts. This is it, shit, no I got this now, A Hype, he still wow. I gotta do this for me, gotta do this for me.

Sometimes (Prod. be3e)

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