The Question

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Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

Uh

Yeah (want you to feel it)

Man, my voice probably sounds mad raspy right now

(I want you all to feel it) yeah

So step up on the mic and, uh

Show 'em what you got, tiger

A'ight, look

Uh, sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am

So I've been lookin' in the mirror, and it still don't make no sense

I'm askin', "What am I supposed to do?"

Done so much in my short lifetime, but I haven't done shit

I done flew around the whole world

First I shook a million hands, then I took a million pictures

But I'm a hostage in my own world

Yeah, my thoughts my own enemy, got no time for these bitches

I got too much on my damn mind

So if I add some more stress, I just don't see how I'ma cope

I think they underestimate the grind

I do to bring this dough, and I'm only 20 years old

I wonder why I sip this devil juice, 'cause it feel incredible

Problems, I got several

Thank God that none of that medical

Uh, I've been blessed with, much to be expected

What am I doing here?

I wonder what am I doing here

What am I doing here? (Uh)

What am I doing here?

I hope this feelin' last for fuckin' ever

I don't wanna come back down, let me stay above the ground

I hope I do what I was meant to do

'Cause I've been searchin' for that answer, I just hope I get it now

Please, let me find euphoria

When you up above the clouds, like, "Who gon' touch me now?"

And do we ever get to know the truth?

'Cause everybody seems to have it, but to me it seems they lack it

Now I'm rollin' and I'm sippin' lean

Sometimes I catch a buzz just to help me picture love

Drinkin' liquor and I'm smokin' weed

And you don't ever do too much if you could never do enough

Wonder why it's me instead of you, I'll be there to rescue you

Problems, you got several

Thank God that none of that medical

Uh, I've been blessed with, much to be expected

What am I doing here?

I wonder what am I doing here

What am I doing here?

What am I doing here?

Uh, sittin' in my Bentley, thinkin' 'bout these hoes

All I do is kill 'em, I kill 'em like Nicole

Simpson, flag crimson, smoke 'em like Winstons

I just bought a new chopper, I treat it like an infant

I'm lightin' up a stogie, it's longer than a hoagie

Situation's gettin' fishy and I don't eat anchovies

Fuck the world, kill 'em all, she answer when I call

If the cops pull us over, she gon' hide it in her drawers

See, I come from a place where stars never shine

And drama is accepted, credit cards are declined

Everybody gotta die, but I ain't everybody

If that ho play with me, I whoop that chick like Terrence Howard

I'm a pimp, I ain't lyin', but that is not important

I'm just tryna buy time, but can't really afford it

Sayin' ain't that a bitch, but I hope that bitch is bad

I feel like money in the trash, like...

What am I doing here? (Whoa)

I wonder what am I doing here (yeah... Young Mula, baby)

What am I doing here?

What am I doing here?