I swear, I wanted to like this André album

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[Verse] I swear I wanna like this Andre album When they announced it I got all excited This artist I've admired is finally outta hidin' Somehow he got inspired, then decided to break his silence But he told us he's stayin' silent Playing flute instead of rhyming I'm like, "Yeah, okay that's cool" I'm behind it, somethin' different But somethin's missin', it felt way off Felt like watchin' Jordan play baseball, then I got suspicious Like, damn, André, did you let yo' inner critic win? Did you convince yo' self that you isn't him? Do you got hard drives full of hiddеn gems? Locked behind computеrs and won't let us in? And listen You don't have to, yeah I get it man, but who am I suppose' to listen to Lil' who? Or another rapper with ghostwriters Who only asset is that they visual With all due respect, I'm sorta pissed at you 'Cause I been hearin' things you said in interviews It's got me a bit confused, saying you too old to bring somethin' new That isn't true, but who am I s'posed to listen to? I'd rather hear from an old you, then just be stuck with hearin' all yo' old tunes But who am I? Just one of your pupils, who got student pride Sometimes it feel like you dead, but you alive I just pray before the day that you truly fly You feel like the gift God gave you was fully utilized Maybe this is foolish pride, like, what do I think I'm doin'? I'm just a stranger out here asking this man for new music And you never listen to nobody but yo' self so I know this is useless You dropped "Hey Ya!" at the height of G-Unit, man that's gangsta You the ultimate non-conformist You kept pushin' boundaries explorin', you taught us normal is borin' That's the thing I love about you the most, you re-invented yourself You raised the bar in what you expect in yourself But maybe the bar got so high that you can't even reach it Unsatisfied, start calling all yo' heaters decent, then you don't release it Honestly it's hard to believe, 'cause I heard all yo' features You got Killer Mike a Grammy, man that joint was recent And look, no disrespect to him either but dawg you tweakin' This all speculation, I don't know the reason neither But my guess is that it's pressure It's probably easier to be a flute player than one of the greatest rappers ever ever (Ever ever?) And I know I'm soundin' critical But if I'm comin' clean, this got more to do with me than it is with you 'Cause you're an artist I aspire to Now you gon' and retired I think my deepest fears is that I see myself inside of you Hippin' three years and I been quiet too And all this time I been inside the stu' Everything I cook up feel meh, like it's kinda cool Got me really thinking like, damn, maybe my time is through And you got nothing left to prove I'm still playin' festivals, to pay my team, and fund the dreams that I'm yet to execute And everyday I'm less enthused to write a rhyme or bless the booth Every thought ain't fresh and new like when I was 22 When music was the place I would express it through I was fightin' for respect, rappin' like the rent was due I wanted the world to love me, now a couple friends'll do Tell the truth, are these the thoughts you had? Is where you at, where I'm headed too? So every year that I ain't heard from you The insecurities I'm workin' through, feel like for sure they true So please don't take it personal But you moved on from rap, and I don't think I got the courage to [Outro] Keep yo' heart, three stacks, keep yo' heart Share yo' art, three stacks, share yo' art Share yo' thoughts three stacks, share yo' thoughts (Maybe I'll start, three stacks, maybe I'll start) Maybe I'll start