[Verse 1]YeahI'm 23, but I still bring 'em to youI flipped the sample out the drums then I give 'em the truthThe same me, motherfucker -- don't you get it confusedThe last album raised the bar, but this gon' tear off the roofRead all about it, get your fix in, I'm independentAin't got a deal, but I can tell you what the deal isThese labels try to make us millionairesBut they ain't feel us if the glass is half emptyI'm coming back to fill it, yeahYou got me in my feelings and I'm putting in timeAnd I been a bunch of places and I'm still 'bout mineI could go and write an album 'bout a topicGo and drop itAnd I guarantee that half of these people still have a one track mindDon't waste my timeYou know I just adjust like thatDon't know why they so impressed with all that fuck-boy rapDon't know why they so impressed with all that frat-boy rapNo pun intended, but your album sounds rushed like thatMan, we're just ordinary people, yeahThe last album was a story -- this the sequelI'm in a room full of people that I loveAnd I ain't fucking stopping 'til all of us are equal[Chorus]Everybody on the right side hit that swayEverybody on the left do the same old thingTalk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain'tI hope the blind man dance and the deaf one singI hope the world keeps spinningAnd my friends keep winningAnd my parents keep livingAnd the bad stop sinningLil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove:Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?[Verse 2]And, if I only had sixteen bars:Number one is for my familySecond for my sisterAnd the third for my grannyFour for my cousins, wentFive for my brothers, andSix, seven, eight is dedicated to my mother, yeahNine's for my Dad -- he's always got my backI mean, every single show and tour -- he booked all thatNumber ten's for the labels that skipped it until they heard thisWe ain't forget you meeting, we skipped it on fucking purpose, dog (ooo)The next one's for my girl thoThat's why I changed up my tempoAnd number twelve would be a laugh and I'd just end it at thatLoad the drums in, and bring it right back, yeahThe last four are for the truth, but it don't sell enough recordsSo I would try to keep it catchy and disguise that I'm cleverBut you won't hear it at a party or the radio everThey wanna listen to something that don't require no effortAnd I done ran outta room, so I talk on the endBut all they want's the hook, so I make it real quickIf the world started burning, would we put it out together?Or would we still fight with one another?[Chorus]Everybody on the right side hit that swayEverybody on the left do the same old thingTalk is cheap, but, just know, my time sure ain'tI hope the blind man dance and the deaf one singI hope the world keeps spinningAnd my friends keep winningAnd my parents keep livingAnd the bad stop sinningLil' Wayne keeps spitting, and, when push comes to shove:Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?[Bridge: Choir]Ooo, child, things are gonna get easierOoo, child, things'll get brighterSomeday, we'll put it together and get it all doneSomeday, when your head is much lighter (Ooo)Someday, we'll walk in the rays of the beautiful sunSomeday, when the world is much brighterOoo, child, things are gonna get easierOoo, child, things'll get brighterOoo, child, things are gonna get easierOoo, child, things'll get brighter[Verse 3]Yeah, this ain't a rant -- I'm just passionateThe God that I believe in don't make accidentsSo God, while you watch my latest verseI know I never go to churchBut I just pray this ain't the year I have to lay in a hearseIt's July thirty-first of two-thousand-seventeenI'm in a studio in Indi wearing Nike's and some jeansAnd I'm broke than a bitch, drive a old Mazda 6But it's better than a coupe 'cause I can fit all my friendsJoey made it out the pen, but I was working on thisBy the time I got it finished, he went right back inLet him down as a friend, didn't get the help that he needsAnd the system failed him when they sent him back for some weedMan, it's July thirty-first and Donald Trump is on the newsHe fired his Chief of Staff and we're all hella confusedAnd look, I ain't the type to really rap about no politics, but how the fuck is Donald Trump our president?I digressYeah, and there's a lot of social unrestRemember that a conversation's progressSo talk to your neighbor, talk to a strangerLove a little harder, do someone a favorI know that I ain't perfectI know I make mistakesI know that you ain't perfect'Cause we one in the sameI know you feel sadAnd I know you feel aloneBecause everybody doesDon't be scared to use the phone, yeahMan, it's July thirty-first and I'm sweating in the boothAnd there's people in the industry that want me to loseBut they a little too late, only love me to hateI done found my way, so can't nobody get in my wayYes, it's July thirty-first and I'm 'bout to wrap this song up -- it's a pretty long one, yeahHeh, I'm sorry I had to detoxSo, pardon me while I step off of my soapboxBut, to the listener, this one's for youIf we ain't never met: nice to meet you, I'm QAll my friends call me "Mitch", and you should, tooI make music for a livingI'm no different than youBut what I really wanna sayNo matter where you stayNo matter what you do or no matter what you're paidNo matter who you love and no matter who you hate, yeahI just hope you live your best lifeYeahI hope you live your best lifeIf the world started burning, would we put it out together?Or will we still fight with one another?
