100G - What A Question (Intro)

Yo, okay
Yo, you are now listening to
Delayed Gratification wassup
Okay, where am I in life?
What a question, I sit back and observe
Take note of all my blessings
I'm talking simple shit like being able to speak
I stepped upstairs to the studio with my own two feet
And not to mention a studio, man
Like, fuck, yo, a thousand square feet
Just for me to come and bust a gut
I've been praying for a location like this, it's so amazing
Just me and my excavation pulling traumas right up
Like, yuhh, things I pushed down
But that don't matter now
Just feel lighter when I turn it into sound
Now it's out, removing all the weight
I tell the pain inside me that you gotta relocate
Yo, okay, who am I in life?
What a question, I think I found an answer
But life always keeps me guessing
I thought that I knew it, it turned out not to be congruent
Was broken, I couldn't glue it
It just needs to be this music
If you see the dream, then do it
You don't need the reason through it
Count to three, then ease into it
If you wanna be it, then beat me to it
Take a leap and be intuitive
Stepping back's a new addition
To all the foolishness
Tell yourself you're wrong and listen
To all my rules and shit
Spitting out spiritual wisdom
For you to use this shit
And now you know this shit
In five years, I'll be famous
I spit real, you didn't notice it
On second thought, I'm thinking back
And really, man, yo no one did
Yo, ayy, so what do we do now?
Back with incredibly new style
Make enough money to move out
Using my voice and my new sound
Proving my point, but I don't shout
Cover my ass as I cover my ground
I pick up the flow and it's right where I've left it
I'm sorry I'm picky about vibrats and energy
Can't pick around all these skeptics
I'm not on my phone, so you can't hit me there
Need my space, and I hope you respect it
Rapping intrepid, I'm feeling blessed with
A talent that the majority are already impressed with it
Yo be exposed and be bested
Cause if you think we at the stu well bitch you fucking guessed it
Can't criticize criteria when inverse of invested
Yo, that's my message
We have less than, a couple decades, until we're rested
So quit your fucking texting
Get off your ass and book a session
Admit fault and learn a lesson
Lose all your chips, absolve all your aggression
Yo, what are we doing in life?
That is the question
Exceptional bars every night
With no exception, I hope that I'm doing it right
Got God's protection, God's direction
Yo Okay one line at a time
Just trying to stay alive
Okay, hit me if you vibe
Ay, yo, shout out if you've listened to Who's Real, Gold, and Revive
Those that want bu-by on my side
Play the trumpets, I arrive
Adhere to the insides
And hear for what they cry
Otherwise, other people decide what's for yourself
Other people now decide what is for your health
Yo, you've been working
Think it's time that you reward yourself
Okay, there's nothing more important than to know thyself
It seems nobody's gonna come well then I'll go myself
I've been waiting to be taught it's time I show myself
I know I know myself and that is so myself
Okay, nobody's gonna shine well, bitch, I'll glow myself
I had to learn that joy does not derive below my belt
I was beside myself but I can't describe how low I felt
Just tell me what to do when your hot but your ice melts
Alright, let's kick it off

Written by:
Benjamin Gideon

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