Really Scared

|Yeah,|I feel like people are really weird about admitting, when they're scared|If you're not scared ever, you're just lying or something|You're being weird||Ten days in the bay left|And I don't mean to overthink that|Got a one way straight to L.A.X|And I ain't blink yet|I know you'd think that|I'd of figured out this whole thing|Like where his chink at?|Segue to Lil Dicky getting bigger than a Yao Ming|But can I shrink that?|Where my shrink at?|I don't know what to feel|Everything has gotten totally real|Everything I always wanted right in front of me with nobody near|So it's weird that I'm overly scared|But I'm so unprepared|Holding the beer, I'm withholding the fear|Not in the clear but I'm kind of revered|And yeah I might appear like the chill type|The veneer is not real in the real life|What it feel like?|Thanks giving I was missing I ain't even miss 'em|Girlfriend hella distant I ain't even listen|Only shit I really care about is spittin' writtens|This is the beginning|I'm just getting into the game|My world's not spinning the same|The shit looking like it's bigger than Dave|It's so crazy|But when all this sitting at stake|I can't break, even if I'm afraid it might change me||Look if you let me|You know I could get deep|Baby hope you ready|I'm coming through|Running you|That's what I do|Just know that it's all for you|So what you gonna choose?||Afraid to say okay|And I know I'm not gonna get in the way|But I'm afraid|Who I wanna be is what I became|But I'm ashamed|Ain't no coming back|Facing what I wanted but it's all fucking weird|At night I'm really scared||I ain't made from the projects|But you know I treat the game like a project|So you know it's not the same kind of progress|Different process, but I digress|Other rappers didn't blow overnight|They ain't had a nine to five that was totally right|They was all up on the grind from the moment they write|At twenty five, hadn't even done a show in my life|It's like, damn, I'm a rapper, how did that happen?|I was making ads then, back when|Only used to rapping to my Mac then|Packed venues came through like shoot let's practice|Tryin' tell you I ain't bred for this shit|Despite that, feeling like I'm meant for this shit|But like that, everything depends on this shit|And I ain't betting against it|But I ain't had a moment to reflect what I'm betting against it|I'm next even though it's pretentious I sense it|Relentless, but it leave me defenseless|I guess I should learn to accept it, but it's hectic|Oh you want a condensed list?|I'm worried that I'm about to give my all to it, hundred percent|You ain't gotta know it all to discover what's left|Pretty fucking intense|And I worry that I got a lotta gall when it come to success|Telling y'all this a hundred percent|But what happens if I fall short of what I call the surest of bets?|Cause what's a hundred percent?|What's a hundred percent?|Is that it take a lot to make me content|And I'm 'bout to chase around a legend that I fucking invented|While I'm neglecting everybody that I love and respected|Because I hate the thought of coming in second|And I don't want to do no second guessing when it come to progressing|Because I really couldn't stomach regretting my effort|When I'm at the end and I'm assessing if I could of done better|I better be able to be it or never|Or be the best ever|But if somehow I'm really that special|Then I'm about to deal with mad pressure|I fear that when I finish my assessment I'mma be in depression|Because I'll see a lot of me as regressing|It's obvious to me to be the best a lot of me is repressing itself|I wonder what I'll see in reflections?|I wonder if I'll run into a woman cool with coming in second?|Or if I'm bound to be the fool at the weddings?|Alone and regretting the whole thing|Now you're seeing why it's so big|What would y'all do, if y'all were the old me?|Get involved and you gotta give the whole thing|This is no fling, this devoting|Every mother fucking part of yourself|No matter what ever the cards you was dealt|You going all in|I don't know about y'all but I'm gone|And I don't know if I'm ballin' or bawling||Look if you let me|You know I could get deep|Baby hope you ready|I'm coming through|Running you|That's what I do|Just know that it's all for you|So what you gonna choose?||Afraid to say okay|And I know I'm not gonna get in the way|But I'm afraid|Who I wanna be is what I became|But I'm ashamed|Ain't no coming back|Facing what I wanted but it's all fucking weird|At night I'm really scared|