Yeah, yeah

Usually I love when sun sets colors over the plains

But when it′s settin' on a dream

Them colors don′t hit the same

Still remember when we practiced them covers to hit the stage

The feedback hit my ears, encouraging to the brain

It was the story of my climb, no denying it

Maybe Aaron Pierre could play as I in my biopic

Church prophesyin"It's just a matter of time with it"

If God on board then I'mma surf the skies with it

And won′t settle for silver

Took a couple dudes across the ocean

Couldn′t really pay 'em but they viewed the motion

I was makin′ waves

We jammed the venues

Crammed in bedrooms

We had some issues

But they showed me true devotion

So I give 'em praise

Moms is on my case

She want my breakthrough

And always tryna find a way

Maybe collab with Remy Ma or Olamide

I said"You don′t know how it works"

She said"But I can pray"

And she does it daily

So it's never been about the pay

I′d shout it under affidavit

They say it's bout the route and not the destination

But everyone who says it rich, powerful or famous

And they always leavin' out that information

This is partly desire, but mostly obligation to my own

So the oath I made myself feel like a broken bone

Speakin′ to the mirror with African parent overtones

See your life, tryna draw water out a stone

Oh no

This stone ain′t giving me water

I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder

Oooo

Guess if it comes to nada

Astrogeology could make me a rockstar

Oh no

This stone ain′t giving me water

I know these sentiments are just makin' it harder

Oooo

Guess if it comes to nada

Astrogeology could make me a rockstar

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know my tunes conflictin

Tunes where I′m winnin

Are just me tunin' out my feelings

Cos I′mma true musician

Clothed in delusion that I'mma make it

Eventually exposed as naked

That's the reality of doin′ business

One day we gon′ have to choose between two decisions

Multiply your efforts or you can move divisions

But if your attitude toxic

You just gon' make new emissions from your newer mission

So what′s next in Q's vision?

Told ′em I got into my bag

And there's nothin′ else that I wanna be swappin' for a bag

Look, I make enough to put the shopping in a bag

I just wanna see real fruit before I'm rottin′ in a bag

The nigga who wrote"The Get Up"

I can feel where his heart is

He said even if your soul′s bruised, don't stop regardless

When you out on your shield

You gotta follow where his lead be

Cos even now you′re whole, the thing no dey easy

Love letters from my past to my current self

Sayin' you get better with age, don′t put it on the shelf

Guess I'm still holding on for him if nobody else

But the rope feelin′ way thinner than it's ever felt

Sometimes I wonder what he would do

I already dropped a verse over some sneaker shoes

Feel like this party about to die in a week or two

Unless this miracle arrives, like a peekaboo

So do I call it now or call it down the road?

Sit down and eat the L, or order it go

I know that when the heat is on, the stronger you can grow

But I wonder if I'll ever beat some water out a stone

Oh no

This stone ain′t giving me water

I know these sentiments are just makin′ it harder

Oooo

Guess if it comes to nada

Astrogeology could make me a rockstar

Oh no

This stone ain't giving me water

I know these sentiments are just makin′ it harder

Oooo

Guess if it comes to nada

Astrogeology could make me a rockstar

I know I just prolly needa chill out for a minute

Let this melancholy simmer down for a minute

If you get comfy with your doubts for minute

The devil gon' trade you an hour for a minute

Oooo

And that hour gonna turn into a lifespan

Then you kill the dream and resurrect some other life plans

Whole time you was just an inch from where God called you

So why not let the show go on like a rockstar do

(I′mma be a rockstar)

Yeah

Know that I'm one hit away and it gon be a KO

Yeah

A lot of them niggas got Spotify bots on they payroll

Put a tortoise toe to toe against a rabbit

We know the story, it′s age old

Your knowledge of music a day old

I been at it since like I was a day old

They sayin' that technical rap is alive again

Who you think openin' coffins?

Class be in session whenever they let the professor come out of his office

Yeah

Real scholars be tappin′ in like I′m carrying faucets

How could I stop with my foot on the gas

When I got about two thousand horses?