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