Options

Look, I don't know what's gotten into me

I could be off of my rocker, potentially

Bigger I get, the more they thinking less of me

Don't be the one to insult my integrity

Put down the whistle, I'm done with you, referees

Y'all don't know nothing, you think you ejected me

Till I show up in the game, like, "Remember me?"

I gotta make it, these people depend on me

Hey, that's how I'm living these days

Threaten my wife, keep digging that grave

I had a job making minimum wage

Told myself that I gotta get paid

Prove myself, yeah, get up my grades

Walk in the class like, "Give me that A"

Think I'm trash? Put a bag on your face

And I'll put you by the road like, "Look, we're the same"

Here's a reminder that I still spit

Think I need to advise you to watch your lip

Or at least realise that I'm not no kid

Don't Google my name tryna find my crib

Write a pop song, then I write a song like this

Do a lot wrong, doesn't matter, I learn quick

I'm an outlaw, my brain has no fence

Doesn't matter either way to me, 'cause even if it did

I would destroy it

Used to be employee, now I'm employer

Making big deals now, I gotta get lawyers

People tell me to relax and enjoy it

But when I kick back, I see warnings

That my time might pass, can't ignore it

Every time I rap and I'm recording

Might be my last, so I absorb it

'Cause I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Yeah, I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Yeah, I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Whoo! I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Whoo! I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

Tool-bag without the pliers

Intros without the choirs

New car without the tires

Music without the writers

UFC without the fighters

Smoking without the fire

Cigarettes without the lighter

Austin Powers, no Michael Myers

That's me if I ain't got the bars, you see

Something ain't right, like I'm incomplete

Outcast, yes, I'm a different breed

If you disagree, make 'em all retreat

Act like a boss when I compete

Take my thoughts into hyperspeed

When it's all gone and I hit my peak

At least I'll know that I took that leap

'Cause life is a process

And I am not here for the nonsense

Losing everything I've worked for likes to

Weigh on my conscience

That's why I block out the comments

Who's next? Who's next?

I don't know, I ain't been watching

Closing my ear to the gossip

I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, whoo!

No forfeitin', my course different

Change flows when I'm bored with it

More livid, never more driven

I avoid timid, try to tell me I could never be the GOAT of rap

I ignore limits

I was born with the sword drippin'

Thinkin' I'm slippin'? I'm enjoyin' it

Just look at me, I'm on the tour, sellin' more tickets

Even if the fourth record didn't sell a copy

I'ma do it like a hobby, I ain't quittin' till the Lord tell me

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Yeah, I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Whoo! I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Whoo! I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

I gotta make it or make it

I gotta make it or make it

Whoo! I gotta make it or make it

Man, these are the options, these are the options

Aye, these are the options

Ah, these are the options

Whoo! these are the options

Yeah, these are the options