For What It's Worth Testo

There's too much money in cocaine
for me to be playing the broke game
or at the 9 to 5 with the no names, but here I be,
nine to fifthing it with all of them no names,
tryna figure out who I'm gonn' blame, for where I be,
& where I be, is nothing that I ever dreamed,
everything I'm turning into was never me,
none of this was scripted, well maybe it was
& I was too blind to get this, & maybe because
I was too blind to get this, I threw it to the street, but look at me, I'm making up excuses as we speak,
see the reality of it is,
it's easier to be cold out than bundled in,
& he who be on the slow route is running thin, or so it seems,
& now I'm treadmilling my life on the lowest speed,
all that really matters is a profit,
tomorrow I'll handle the aftermath of how I got it,
fuck all the worrying & all of the second guessing,
I don't got time to deal with a second question,
life is what you make it be, & everything that life is shaped to be,
I vow to turn it 'round & then bow gracefully,
not enough reasons to say “no”,
too many reasons to say “yes” & I ain't pressed to say so,
I'm dealing with the same dollar & the same dream,
lost between plans A & B, this is for what it's worth


For what it's worth,
I'm just tryna be what I can be,
I'm just tryna be what I can be, but it feels like time keeps walking,
time keeps walking, walking away from me,
so for what it's worth,
I'm just tryna make what I can make,
I'm just tryna make what I can make,
but it feels like time keeps talking,
time keeps talking, & I don't understand what I say


There's too much money in heroin,
for me to pretend to be negligent,
I'm ignoring it more than I ever did,
& I can't lie, they say all it takes is time too better it,
but my clock is looking forever-ish, like “why can't I ?”,
be blessed with a more blessed set of wings,
I see less as more or less everything,
more or less everything that I ever wanted is all gone,
& replaced with what I been running from all along,
so why even entertain the chase?,
why even pretend I was built to stay in this race?,
the truth is my sweetest dream,
is so far from my hands that I don't even reach,
I'm so far from a plan that right now anything will do,
cause if the lullaby that the corner sing is true,
then hit the play button, & I'll be down until it's gone,
all the hopes that used to be become the sounds within the songs,
& with that said, I say good morning America,
say it once more just in case it wasn't clear enough,
good morning America, this is what your dreams are made from,
as well as what your dreams can break from,
ignoring all the risks, all the cops, all the enemies,
all the nameless bullets that can be namelessly sent to me,
all the fame from pulling it, & all of the fame
from being on the wrong side, which one do you claim?


For what it's worth,
I'm just tryna be what I can be,
I'm just tryna be what I can be,
but it feels like time keeps walking,
time keeps walking, walking away from me,
so for what it's worth,
I'm just tryna make what I can make,
I'm just tryna make what I can make,
but it feels like time keeps talking,
time keeps talking, & I don't understand what I say


Turned down every offer I was given,
regardless of the wrath of the tempt, I'm pivot,
& I'm just tryna keep a straight & narrow
but I'm seeing Satan's arrow & it's hard not to get hit with it,
I'm ducking low, & praying that it all pays at the finish line
& that I don't have to pay for it when it's dinner time,
but being honest, left never looked so right,
& that corner never looked so bright,
but the outcome ain't worth trying not to be outdone,
out run what you can but where you come out from,
will always be your home base,
until you looking back home with a stoned face,
all the shit that you fought for is twins with your dreams, all gone,
you question if your questions were all wrong,
you seeing how it changed, each side of the game,
'cause your pink slips are their bullets, neither got a name