Finding Ends

And how do you expect to end this? I was thinking something like this Yeah Ah just like that Carrying the underground so long, it got my back broke Yeezys in the pouring rain my nigga, I'm that cold Twenty two in twenty two, nigga I'm that old? They tell me I barely hit the greys But still I guess I feel afraid, hope age follows greatness Nas done won a grammy and we still ain't get famous I tell you theres some levels to this shit, I'm in basement Waiting on the locksmith like let aye me out, I've been patient The secret ingredient I'm down to pop the stove to see what I need it in Pop was a star back in the 90s, in the womb where you'd find me Craving my timing Waiting for shine Like a week of bad weather It's really us with my demons, I fought them shits together Music is therapy, losing is heroin Who's in the mirror when you got shit to prove? The view is imperative My muse to vulgaris it Perish every pop nigga fairer skin Fear of me fear of us, care to know if they cheer to embarrass it, right? I'm at this point in life where any fight will simply humble me Older cousin told me scrap all of my raps and watched it crumble me Sixty thou' wows on a freestyles it used to puzzle me Now I'm down to sting em' and die off like a bumblebee