A Real Song

I'm just a little too obsessed I know I wanna be famous I know they're upset about the way I'm behaving I'm just moving different, Nigga you're a clout chaser I think I'll cut the hatin niggas off after I've made it After I made it, that's if I make it think about each other and the plans we made I'm tryna find the lord before the shits too late I'm stressing on my future and the day I graduate I'm stuck up in the past while I'm worried about my future Wish I could go back to them days when I knew her This is pity pain, yeah young nigga not a trooper Just tryna close my heart, f*ck it, screw her I'm not depressed, just a little bit upset They on my neck, gotta put me to the test Buried in the stress, can't complain cause I'm so blessed I'm airing out regressed rage, I wonder what's the next stage I wonder what's the next stage Flip it to the next page Swallowing my feelings, shits starting to give me chest pains We almost out of here, I think I'm on the last wave Hoped I'd never change Bless up to the grave Bless up to the grave Thank God I got another day I gotta keep my head straight Read between the lines, inside the scriptures on my page, Im just a little too obsessed I know I wanna be famous I know they're upset about the way I'm behaving I'm just moving different, nigga you're a clout chaser I think I'll cut them hating niggas off after I've made it After I've made it, as if I make it I think about each other and the plans we made I'm tryna find the lord before it's just too late I'm stressing on my future and the day I graduate I'm stressing about my future Who are you