Very Few

Yeah, uh, yeah
Few people understand what this truly means
What it's bout, what it's really like
To go and chase your dreams, sacrifice
Dedication, gotta have belief
Waking up mad early all these nights
When I would barely sleep
Used to feel so angry, I used to get depressed
I used to want it so bad
I swear this life was just a mess
Swear that most of y'all could never tolerate the stress
Was working five jobs a summer
I was trying to make it stretch
I always wanted more
I learned to do it with much less
I never thought those days would end
But I guess that was all a test
Yeah, few would understand
Being patient, cause it won't happen overnight
If you truly want to make it
Only if you try to fake it
Promise you would not sustain it
Very few could understand
All this truth in what I'm saying
Even less would ever get what I'm conveying
Cause they don't comprehend when I explain
What happened to me on the day I started praying
I kept my faith high
When everything else was decaying
Living with intention
Delayed gratification
Yeah, few would understand
Very few would understand uh, aye, aye
Yeah, few would understand
Very few would understand uh, aye, aye
Yeah, few would understand
Very few would understand aye, aye, yeah
Yeah, few would understand
Very few would understand aye, yeah, uh
You spent it, I invested it
They ain't tell you that this life you want
And what it takes to get there is sold separate
Yeah, I'm from Scranton
But it sound like I'm from Texas
Making bangers in my basement
Inspirations in my message
You could lead a horse to water
But you can't make em drink it
Unless it's at the club
Bottle sections filled with girls
They search for love, they doing drugs
Dudes acting like they got it
When we know it's just a front
Lot of y'all might have a run
But few would understand
How to make this last for a couple years
Lifting up that glass, they yelling cheers
Trying to outdo they peers
While, I'm just sitting back
Cause I know that you can't fake this
And few would understand
So I ain't mad if they been hating
I make music, I make money
They call this thug motivation
This paper I've been stacking
I'm not spending, I'm just saving
I make music, I make money
I do this cause it's sacred
And few would understand
So I ain't mad if they been hating uhh