Stay Humble & Stop Thinking

During the past months a couple hidden characters have been revealed to me.
They claim they support, so to speak up I didn’t feel the need.
But I noticed they’re only supporting to get closer.
Knives closer to my back, I’m awaiting stabs from a vulture.
You start building a team and then bang it’ll hit you,
a little bit success causes way bigger issues.
‘Cause everybody got their own ideas, thinking differently
and now, me being skeptical is lack of humility.
Like “you think you’re always right, listen to others during a meeting.”
Then I find myself working on something I do not believe in.
If I disagree I’m closed minded?
No I just know what fucking got me here and that was my ideas with no cosigning.
So independent I said I would not adjust.
But it’s hard to be confident when everyone implying my ideas are not enough.
They think I’m naive when I ain’t looking for help.
Now that things are moving everyone’s assuming I’m full of myself.
I’ve been painted a fool.
I’ve been playing it cool
but I still got confidence issues from being isolated in school.
I get on stage, and I blow them all away then
I get off stage and I can’t even hold a conversation.
I hate it.
And they’re telling me to watch my ego.
And I respond like “yeah man, I feel you man, I got you yo, you’re my people.”
Get the fuck out of my face. I got no one helping me.
They don’t want to see me humble, people just want to see me with a lower self-esteem.


They wanna take my mind.
They wanna breathe my breath.
Everybody want a piece.
Till no peace is left.
They wanna control my actions.
They wanna taint my soul.
They wanna flaunt their power.
Anything to get somebody independent with tremendous potential of growth and a talent to stop thinking on his own.

I had a meeting in LA.
It was sure my pleasure.
He put a contract in front of me.
For the first time ever.
I had some questions.
My manager had some concerns.
When he saw that we were thinking for ourselves, he got offended, threatened my career and said that there is nothing I deserve.
My stomach was in turns.
Thinking that this is someone who work in the industry but they turned to my enemy
like that person was in my reach, but I just inferred
from what he said, now that was a bridge I fucked around and burnt.
But that was the plan.
Make me feel guilty then ask for his hand.
But in reality, if I had agreed he probably would have fucked me over and wouldn’t give half of a damn.
But now I understand.
Fuck the frauds and fuck the scams.
Fuck the grands you promise to throw me.
Fuck your plans, you want to control me.
I see the greed in your eyes turning prominent slowly.
And now I gotta look for the same within all of my homies. I know…


Now I’m looking at my circle.
Wondering their motives.
How many people jumped in
When the numbers starting growing?
Look at these new faces.
A lot that I can tell.
Most of them only starting talking to me when shit was getting serious so what is truly the reason they want to give me help?
Before any of this shit begun happening fast.
Nobody gave a shit about me and mater of fact,
half the people smiling in my face used to be talking shit about a Jewish kid claiming he had a passion to rap.
What happened to that?
Ordinarily I would’ve even care, let them help, if I appeal then were great.
But when I’m granted the help, I don’t handle it well ’cause I can’t even tell all the real from the fake.
But it ain’t only them who be trying so bad to get to me.
What do you do when your dudes from day one start acting differently?
Are they changing or is it just paranoia that’s within me?
And now I gotta analyze everybody I call a friend.
‘Cause I feel like everybody breathing down my neck is looking for success that I haven’t even gotten get.