text: Death of me, death of me, death of me
  Death of me, death of me, death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Death of me, death of me
  Me, me, me, me
  Yeah, pocket full of boarding passes
  I dont know what city I was in last
  But Im out here tryna make a impact
  Same time keep myself intact
  They say, Take it, take it easy A like its gym class
  Tell me how I could?
  Theres slaves in the world, before I die, tryna see us end that
  So I move fast, Ramadan
  Move fast, Autobahn
  Who cares if I ever get a Grammy nom
  If my soul take Ls, phenomenon
  Still cant believe I get paid for this
  As a kid, all I did was pray for this
  Now Im livin out my dream, craziest
  Got me really feelin like I was made for this
  At the same time never knew how dangerous
  It could be when lives start getting changed to this
  When somebody say you they favourite
  Guess it carry some weight to it
  You know, cause uh
  Thats power and thats influence
  The temptation is to use it for myself and serve somebody else
  Im sittin here buggin just rememberin what them rappers showed me
  How to bag a honey, stack the money
  They said I was a mac by the number of shorties that I could smash
  Now Im waitin on that matrimony
  Cause Ive been changed up
  Lil homie came up
  Its depressin, kickin it with dudes I used to look up to
  They still on that same stuff, what!?
  I aint have no role models, now I gotta be one
  I bought the lie hip-hop sold me, man I want a refund
  I feel like its the real me, feel me?
  Yeah, I been changed, but Im still me
  What I am now, not what I will be
  Im tryna give life
  But this could be the death of me
  The death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  The death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look, death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look, mama feel like she losin me
  To this lifestyle thats consumin me
  I travel every weekend even when Im weak man
  You know what that to do to me?
  Back pain, back pain
  Sleepin on planes, Im feelin like Bruce Wayne
  Blackout at night on that stage
  Man I need a batcave just to get away
  Jesus retreated, woo!
  To speak with his Father, I know that I need it
  My career been growin
  But tell me where Im goin if my time with God is depleted
  God Im sorry, I mean it
  All I want to do is walk with you, but
  My priorities wrong, I talk about you more than I talk with you
  One of my mentors taught me whenever things get foggy
  If you wanna grow in God its not complicated its just costly
  Gotta spend that time, currency
  Overtime guess I learned to be
  Strong enough to admit Im weak
  To meet with God all I need is me
  2014 bout to be different
  I think my favorite wordll be no
  Opportunities come and they go
  But none of them is worth my soul
  Thats somethin that you cant afford
  And got me thinkin whats most important
  I get kicks, watchin grown men in line for some Jordans
  Nowadays time is fortune
  But chasin fortune is all consumin
  I feel like Gods callin dudes
  They just wanna play Call of Duty gun shots
  This that Peter Pan, at the dinner table out in Never Land
  Eatin, cant nobody see it but me and my boys
  Thats the way I wanna keep it
  I lost a couple friends to this new season
  Jealousy and hate for a few reasons
  Used to be down, now whats up?
  Guess everybody around when the funs up, yup
  Got me feelin isolated 
  Women wanna holla, I just tell em that Im taken 
  Even if I wasnt Id be slow for the taking
  Ill know if they love me or the money Im making 
  Aint no way to really tell
  Where somebody heart truly at
  Bad girls comin at me looking good
  Showin off they body thats a booby trap
  Beard low, but I never let my guard down
  Buddy, I aint crazy
  You aint bout to catch me slippin
  Pull a Million Dollar Baby!
  Me and Dre trying to eat good
  Cuttin out the nonsense
  On the road trying to give life
  But I might lose mine in the process
  I aint have no role models, now I gotta be one
  I bought the lie hip-hop sold me, man I want a refund
  I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  Fund, I feel like
  The death of me
  This could be the death of me, uh
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  The death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look, death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Death of me
  This could be the death of me
  Just trying to give life, what I do for a living could kill me
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Look