And this is Project X, yo

You would think I'm DiCaprio way I put on a facade

Lost in translation, selfish acts ain't reflecting my God

Polluting my brain, filled it up with smog, I'm an awe

Numbing the pain, feel like I became a fraud

In the midst of it all, I put a lot of people at odds against me

Not lookin' for sympathy, just understand me

This is real, I hope you feel

I got carried away, I'm still Chief's Dookie bae-bae-bae

I know where I come from, I know I'm his son

I know I'm sincere, I know I'm not revered

Due to past action, actin' out instead of taking action

Downing the bottle, not takin' my foot off the throttle

Cuz told me drop my girl and start chasing models

That's some lame ass shit nigga

This some real ass shit nigga

One, one, two yeah

Went back home had to regroup Out here chasing validation

Bum ass nigga doesn't even have a coupe

Seeking verification over spiritual stimulation

Creating speculation over my relationship

Well

Shit, huh

One, two, one, two, one, one

Exclusivity gave me a different pedestal

That I wasn't using as a proper tool, what a fool

Had it all, dropped the ball, choking when the moments bright

Game seven, primetime, Kirk Cousins, Chris Paul

This that life you wanna live?

This that love you tryna give?

Nobody's plottin' on your downfall except yourself

Just put your hand out, you know God's tryna help

Burnt so many bridges, I feel like I'm isolated

Know I'm at a disadvantage 'cause I'm melanated

Yeah, I hate it, but that's no excuse, back in the day

Vada Mae was on the swivel duckin' crackers with a (noose)

Jordan Year's here, and it's makin' me sick (sick)

Lookin' at time pass with another tick (tick)

I know you want it all, but look in front of the wheel

Grab the stick, you don't have to stall,

It's time to heal, and that's real But

Y'all ain't ready for this one (ten, nine)

Feel like we at the Kennedy Center (ignition sequence starts)

Are you ready for liftoff? (six, five)

Local Blacksmith in the kennel (four, three, two)

Heisenberg playin' with phenyl (one, zero)

Goin' live like we on Kimmel (all engines running)

Arthur Fleck, I'm about to go fuckin' mental (lift off, we have lift off)

'Til the break of dawn yo

Houston, we have a problem

CG

This shit's stupid

Malcolm... Where are you?

Heard the people fiendin' for another one

Ain't no problem, I supply then make 'em go dumb

This that nicotine fix, when that dopamine hit

Back up on my bullshit, like you can't tell me shit

Elevatin' like we on the space station (space station)

Steady geekin' after leavin' the rotation (stay geeking)

Suburban nigga probably won't be on probation (no I won't)

Guess that's why I'm always lookin' for elation (always lookin')

Not a killer but I'm about to go Thriller (no I'm)

Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller (not, from, but I, will, go)

Feelings colder than the winter, lord knows I'm a sinner

(Lord knows I'm a sinner dawg, damn, man)

Show my ass like a clown, r-runnin' round town

Fuck priorities, too busy worried about sororities

I'm takin' in this lifestyle before I reach paternity

I got ol' girl on her knees, shawty's praisin' me

These the finer things, crazy how I'm livin' now

But I've done seen stranger things, I'm talkin' rager things (it's lit)

Crazy how you numb to the pain when you gettin' brain

Sip up on Patron, now I'm on one, back in my lane

Malcolm... Where are you?

I'm in the zone

Not a killer, but I might go Thriller

Not from the five-o-two, but I will go Tiller dawg

But I will go Tiller

Will go Tiller dawg

Imma let you know right now

We don't care