Album Name

The Search

Artist

NF

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.07.26

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Look I don't know
what's gotten into me
I could be off
of my rocker potentially
Bigger I get
the more they thinkin' less of me
Don't be the one
to insult my integrity
Put down the whistle
I'm done with you referees
Y'all don't know nothing
you think you ejected me
'Til I show up in the game
like Remember me
I gotta make it
these people depend on me
Ayy that's how
I'm living these days
Threaten my wife
keep digging that grave
I had a job making minimum wage
Told myself that I gotta get paid
Prove myself yeah
get up my grades
Walk into class like
Gimme that A
Think I'm trash
Put a bag in your face
And I put you by the road like
Look we're the same
Here's a reminder
that I still spit
Think I need to advise you
to watch your lip
Or at least realize
that I'm not no kid
Don't Google my name
tryna find my crib
Write a pop song
then I write a song like this
Do a lot wrong Doesn't matter
I learn quick
I'm an outlaw
my brain has no fence
Doesn't matter either way to me
'cause even if it did
I would destroy it Woo woo woo
Used to be employee
now I'm employer
Making big deals
now I gotta get lawyers
People tell me to relax
and enjoy it
But when I kick back
I see warnings
So much time might pass
can't ignore it
Every time I rap and I'm recording
Might be my last
so I absorb it 'cause
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options Yeah
Tool bag without the pliers
Intros without the choirs
New car without the tires
Music without the writers
UFC without the fighters
Smoking without the fire
Cigarettes without the lighter
Austin Powers no Michael Myers
that's me
If I ain't got the bars you see
Something ain't right
like I'm incomplete
Outcast yes
I'm a different breed
If you disagree
make 'em all retreat
Act like a boss when I compete
Take my thoughts into hyperspeed
When it's all gone
and I hit my peak
At least I'll know
that I took that leap
'Cause life is a process
And I am not here for the nonsense
Losing everything
I worked for likes
to weigh on my conscience
That why I block out the comments
Who's next Who's next
I don't know
I ain't been watching
Closing my ear to the gossip
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options ooh
No forfeit my course different
Changed flows
and I'm bored with it
More livid never more driven
I avoid timid
Try to tell me
I could never be the G O A T
of rap I ignore limits
I was born with this
you're trippin' thinkin'
I'm slippin'
I'm enjoying this
Look at me I'm on the tour
selling more tickets
Even if the fourth record
didn't sell a copy
I'ma do it like a hobby
I ain't quitting
'til the Lord tell me
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it yeah
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
I gotta make it or make it
I gotta make it or make it woo
I gotta make it or make it
Man these are the options
these are the options
Ayy these are the options
Ah these are the options
Woo these are the options
Yeah these are the options