Lotta Praise (feat. Adrian Daniel & Rudy Catwell)

Hey, hey Everything changes Lotta praise, lotta praise, lotta traumatize Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign Got a name, got a name I immortalize Gotta change, gotta change, need to call your line Holding to this dream so long my fingernails got calloused Got some peace, got some fear, I got balance Fuck your shotty and your gang, I don't need the violence Stopped being a toddler with problems, I gotta manage Got some goals, I got some goals up in the dark still I just cry myself to sleep, in morning I got heart still I don't hold on to no beef, I let the Devil cartwheel And she still say I got no heart still Five out the four things you promisin' ain't legit I can't hold you to your word every time you slip All your friends only on the Internet, that's a glitch I don't pay no mind to the evil and that's a gift For really, I ain't never had the perfect Timbs I ain't never been vulnerable to my friends You slid in my ex's DM, took that to the chin Never loved a girl that ain't start fuckin' him Grim, know I'm the light but feel so fuckin' dim And everything I wanna see gotta come from within A double shot of whiskey turn everything to a twin And every time I promise to do good I go and sin, but saying that Gimme lotta praise, lotta traumatize Lotta days, hit the lotto with no dollar sign Lotta fame, lotta flame, lotta colonize But I still can't be your shoulder when you gotta cry I gotta be my own shoulder, cry Yeti on your phone line, gimme cold shoulders, cry I used to be a pimp on a Razor and Motorola Now I'm like a rolling stone, I can't even call you home I take the pain with the shame and I hug mama I know the days when it came when the rent wasn't on time But the pain made me want something I longed for days that my parents get to see me in the high rise So hold on, 'cause I got what you need This just a story of a nigga from the NYC, yeah Radamiz been losing daylight to bitches and business partners The G-O-A-T author straight outta that Marcus Garvey Need a New York Times column Ain't ever fit my worth into a wallet I go bench press, the stress in a rap on the shit that still weighs in my conscience Radamiz been cuttin' friends off, the celly just got some scissors Radamiz don't sugar coat shit, the sonnets ain't got no Splenda Radamiz gon' dive in pussy and swim right on up to Heaven Being too kind gonna kill me, my grin is a MAC-11 My parents lookin at me like they thought I woulda blew already Fuck I'm 25 now? I just was like 22 already So much legwork, bruises broke the bottom of my shoes already Even finished NYU to prove that I could do that, too Fam been losing patience, pack my show, show unconditional Who in Mogul Club still? Damn, I gotta call up Critical Fuck, I'm wildin' Damn, I spent like close to 24 thousand dollars God don't let me die at my job Fuck a time sheet, my head a t-t-ticking time bomb My mama used to pray I stopped rappin', gotta be a rap star Gotta be a rap star, not a roach in public housing My back stuck to the wall like these old-ass plastic couches In my living room In the mirror giving myself a fucking interview Like "Are they really even feeling you?" Only like 5'8" but got no one to look up to They acknowledge that you winning That don't mean that they all love you, bruh Everyone I know letting their dreams die Everyone I know letting their dreams die Eight milli in my city show no love You in your twin bed right now, but been sleeping on the one Lotta praise, lotta praise for when my soul hurts Like fuck the real life pain you feeling if it make a dope verse I fear that I'm gon' be another 'Damn I thought he'd really blow' My homie died before I went Platinum, that was my growth spurt All y'all slept on my drive, but I forgive I kill myself before you see me go quit I got a fan up in my DM telling me my song just really saved his life And I'm still worried bout littlest shit, littlest shit Like getting lotta praise For what? (For what?) I don't need that, I don't need it Nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Wish there was a way, to save their minds God wait for me, I'm short of time We've sunk so deep, sin's filled my lungs Is there room up there? Can I bring some?