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The lyrics open with a raw, five-year-old plea: "God, WYA?" This immediate, childlike confusion sets the stage for a narrative grappling with hardship and a search for divine presence. The narrator recounts early struggles, feeling "rare and black, derelict," and facing "troubles at home" and "trouble at school." This difficult upbringing seems to shape a worldview where love is a challenge and self-reliance becomes paramount, as evidenced by the defiant stance: "I got my own mind, so I'm following mine." The early verses paint a picture of a young mind already questioning fate and forging an independent, albeit cynical, path, even contemplating extreme measures like a "hollow tip" to the brain. The song then pivots dramatically, detailing a journey from that difficult past to a present of perceived success. The narrator boasts about overcoming adversity, transforming from a "good boy" to someone who has "made it out alive and I ain't going back." This shift is marked by material gains – "popping," "new Bugatti," "foreign Jag'" – and a newfound confidence, even a touch of arrogance, as they declare, "Finally got the key and now you fucking with a locksmith." The elation of reaching this point is palpable, especially in the shared triumph with a brother: "Foust my brother, feeling highly sedated / People prolly wondering how we related, nigga we made it!" A striking element of the lyrics is the stark contrast between the initial desperation and the current, more boastful, yet still somewhat insecure, reality. While celebrating success, there's an undercurrent of vulnerability and a continued, albeit more complex, relationship with doubt. Phrases like "don't get it twisted, far from rich" and the recurring need to "get it" suggest that the struggle for validation and security persists. The narrator acknowledges the city making them "grow colder" and admits to "thoughts to end it with my wrists slit," revealing that the internal battles haven't entirely ceased despite outward achievements. This duality highlights a complex emotional landscape where past trauma and present ambition constantly collide. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics lies in their unflinching honesty about the journey from profound struggle to hard-won success, without sanitizing the process. The shift in perspective from a confused child to a triumphant, yet still conflicted, adult resonates because it captures the messy reality of ambition. The narrator’s declaration, "Know that even if I never get the cred, I'mma die knowing I'm the best," encapsulates a deep-seated need for self-validation that transcends external recognition, grounding the narrative in a powerful, personal conviction that feels earned through the trials described.

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God, WYA?

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[VERSE: DeShay at 5 years old] I'm screaming "God, WYA?" I look up in the sky, I know you staring back Not sure the reason why you have me here, in fact Rare and black, derelict, guess being blessed is where I lack If all I got is my nuts, I'm lucky to have a pair intact I'm having troubles at home, I'm starting trouble at school That type of shit'll make it hard to fall in love, but its cool Behind these glasses and these watery eyes, I hope I see the sign Ain't one for wasting time, I rather let the blind lead the blind While most of these niggas follow in line I got my own mind, so I'm following mine So fuck swallowing pride, I won't swallow shit I rather kiss my brain with a hollow tip This wisdom couldn't fall from Aristole's lips I never learned the politics, never the model kid Constantly out of it, daydreaming of being in a room with Pharrell gotta me constantly sick Questioning God, now I gotta repent It took a lot just to acknowledge the shit I'm popping, now she wanna polish the grip Bukake in a new Bugatti and dip Finally got the key and now you fucking with a locksmith Was a good boy, now he gone bad Made it out alive and I ain't going back Getting bored of boarding planes, storing bags Fall asleep, I'm balling in a foreign Jag' I hit the stage, I'm feeling highly elated Foust my brother, feeling highly sedated People prolly wondering how we related, nigga we made it! We pulling bunnies like it's magic We counting money and we laughing But don't get it twisted, far from rich, but bougie bitches blowing kisses when we passing Put that on the green like we golfing, she blew the top like a dolphin Bury me with a bitch in my coffin They won't ever see me often I don't listen, why you talking? I don't listen, why you talk? These spineless niggas tryna walk? They love when I fuck up a check Spend it, then stashing the rest Finna invest like a chest, yes Nothing more, nothing less Naruto said it the best, "Question your belief, it'll be over" Never trip to finish last, cash in every single chip that on my shoulder The city got me growing colder, I'm more than happy to admit Wake up every morning, know I gotta get it I'll be damned I'm dying with a Honda Civic Found a fountain full of youthful water flowing from a spigot, got me vamping like a misfit Thoughts to end it with my wrists slit Get pushed out my mind, I don't wanna stop Think it's over, when I know it's not Fans that's feigning for some more to drop Always stop me for the photo op Haters prolly say it's Photoshop 4AM I hit the store and cawp A couple Redbulls for the nights I wake up in a cold sweat Dream of life, living no stress I'll just work it out like a Bowflex When my time comes and it's all said and done, wondering what I'm gonna find next Know that even if I never get the cred, I'mma die knowing I'm the best Well, either way... And that's all that I got

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God, WYA?

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