wakeup call

(music)
It's feeling great seein' my fears fade away
No more stressin' bout my future and coming in second place
Man, you placed my second plate where I lay and It will get ate
That means that I need more, 'cause these portions I'm given ain't enough to cut it, enough to run it
Compared to my goals this is nothing 'cause I'm aiming at the moon and if you too, then this your warning
'Cause I'm on my way, if you delay me from what I'm becoming
That's gon' only make me want it even more, n*gga
Hungry
'Cause I'm tired of hearing them say, 'If not today, another day'
Ain't no if, and, buts, about it
I doubt I wait another day, 'cause yesterday you said the same thing
And look what we've accomplished
A compass cannot direct the future
A view we can tarnish
Simply snipping the harness, and go from largest to farthest
And in a matter of seconds regretting you didn't harvest all the greens in your garden
Instead you bought a Ferrari
And, taking Moms out to dinner
Aye, salmon and calamari
Not once did you consider what would happen if you failed
'Cause everybody, everybody think this last forever
But see, I know the truth that's why I'm grateful where I'm held
I dropped seven songs this year, did better than some careers
'Cause Lord knows that I worked hard for this
Lord knows, the disagreements and big arguments that unfold between me, and myself
I sat in the corner, and felt I wasn't suitable, the usual, that made me repel
From the truth that revealed, that I was born with the skill therefore I die with some 'mills and my kids account gon' be filled
Mama say she proud of me, she see what I'm about to be
They count on me to save the game
I'm counting paper , counting sheep, that mean I do this in my sleep
If it ain't click the first time
They gassin' up my single, I just winged it the first time
Went from being so down to on now
Labels hitting me in school
Teachers say put my phone down
But, Mr. Smith, can't you see that this what school is teaching me?
Who cares if I fail history , I'm going down in history
Math taught me percentages 'cause n*ggas got weird tendencies to drain my energy
I swear to God you ain't finessing me
I'm carrying on this legacy if you like it or not
And I swear I-
Give me some beat, man
Fade away, I never do
This hustle is impeccable
Best listen what they telling you this n *gga's incompatible
The other dudes that come in tunes, that's a artist and a writer too
Claiming that you lit, well n*gga, just ran out of liter fluid
You kinda blew it when you lured this connoisseur interviewer
Eyes they realize that you're the one that's clogging up the pipes
All these years, you been the hype
I took it over, overnight
And now I've paved the way for all the young n*ggas to take a bite