Who You Talking To?

Lyrics

[Verse: Rhymefest] When you see me talking to myself in the middle of the street Who can answer my questions better than me? Self, yes, 'fess, is we working out today? Or laying around, scrolling on the 'gram, working out your day? I got some rhymes to write, and I got some bills to pay Then I turned that PS5 on, "A'ight, well, not today." I ain't like this usually, talking to the future me This looking at the present me, like "Bro, what you do to me?" "Me? What's in it for me? What's in it for me? What's in it for me? "What's in it for " mean?" I sat around, procrastinating, smoking weed with you Me, myself, and I, fake smiling in the team picture I could've made a couple mil a long time ago I could've did the same deal a long time ago Begging on my deathbed, "Lord, it ain't my time to go," Jesus laughing at your ass, "Boy, what you crying for?" Remember we was 22, wilding out, drinking Goose, being loose Getting high as hell, without the parachute.(Brand New) Cars and designer suits, wish I had the discipline to be the President like Obama do Living on the front end, better look behind at you too Now you want the time to do the things you had the time to do? "What's in it for me? What's in it for me? What's in it for me? "What's in it for" mean?" The diabetes type 2, can't even see How you survive Chicago and let the sweets get you [Verse: Freddie Old Soul] Remember the days, you would lock yourself in your room And write bars, dinner was ready, you starved for MF DOOM You was that hungry and all you had was school Ain't even had to wash them dishes like your older sister do Used to dream it into existence, mama paying college tuitions Had a crib, but you were smoking weed and focused on distractions "What's in it for me?" You could've had a degree Went to Chicago for the summer, got lost in the scene I was mad, whole time, Clark Atlanta said you could leave GPA 3.5, you chose to learn from the streets [?] dried up; this is not 2014 You tried to move to LA, but got pregnant before the leave Now, every time you try to write, the baby cries Went from ditching the studio to never having the time But "What's in it for me? What's in it for me?" Your baby's asleep, turn on the beat, and get deep You in Chicago, the winter ain't for the weak Every time you Netflix and chill, there's a winner you gon' see I ain't try to say you failed, but you made it harder I ain't saying don't have fun, but you got a daughter So many legends still here stuck in the Chi I wanna live all of my dreams, can't keep get locked up inside So, "What's in it for me? What's in it for me?" "What's in it for me? What's in it for me?"