Not Coming Home (feat. Jack DeNicola & Silk Daddy)

I been getting no sleep I been up for two weeks Day after day I been dealing with these mood swings I ain't even tripping though Cus' mama raised a king Sick of feeling stuck Yea I had to find my wings And fly away From all the bullshit And take flight I'm the pilot in this cockpit Used to doubt the boy Now they all looking obnoxious I just fill the void Yea by counting up these profits But I don't think I have enough Yea, so I'ma keep on stacking up Yea, come thru and then we run amok I got the Midas touch Feeling like the chosen one Elevated state of mind But these troubles weigh a ton I been out here on my grind And you really ain't on none Ducking all these obstacles You know that I overcome Can't be stopped What you thought this was? Beauty in the eye of the beholder Ducking all the leeches and the vultures The weight of the world on my shoulders Fighting monsters, stacking dollars Watch him prosper No I'm not coming home In my zone On my own Okay Gotta stand tall Give my all in this life shit Cost to be the boss I'm prepared to pay the prices Man on the stage Never bitching when the lights hit In times of crisis I tend to turn to vices Know it hurts to see me be great (does it) The only real in the sea of fakes (true) It's like karma served to ya face They build you up just to see you break Thoughts of the past tend to keep a nigga stagnant Hopes of the future keep a nigga from collapsing David and Goliath slay the mother fucking dragon Anything I preach Is all a nigga practice Yea Son of the creator, the young god This sword is my weapon, no en garde Live my life, different phases Still amazing Mistakes were made, bridges burnt Still wouldn't change it Beauty in the eye of the beholder Ducking all the leeches and the vultures The weight of the world on my shoulders Fighting monsters, stacking dollars Watch him prosper No I'm not coming home In my zone On my own