All For You (Ode to Motivation)

[Intro] I do this all for you I do this all for you [Verse 1] My whole life, I wanted to help Everybody else but myself Embarassed at birthday parties Cause it seemed like we the only ones who had some wealth Little did I know we ain't have shit My folks was just good at disguising it Nintendo, Sega, Penny’s, Jordans No room to sit at Christmas Fast forward now, I’m a college kid Fascinated with love and relationships I wanted to be a marriage counselor But black people don’t believe in that shit What’s my purpose, what’s my role Become a coach, that’s the new goal Phil Jackson, Pat Riley Edit video like Erik Spo But you had to be somebody Who was born to somebody Who knew somebody Or owned some bodies First generation college grad You lucky to even know your Dad I was a college coach, that shit was weak Slave mind, too much groupthink Like I said, I just want to help People get to a level can’t get to by themselves Not an accident, my purpose is bigger Than sitting in this box making mid five figures This cubicle got me feeling like a rat Got too many lives, that I can impact I got too many rhymes, that are so damn smart I got a serious gift that sets me apart I got some serious truths to get out of my heart And this verse was a good place to start [Hook] I do this all for you I do this all for you Just let me know you feeling it Just let me know you feeling it [Repeat x 3] [Verse 2] Self doubt starting to creep in Talk about your life, but where do I begin I ain't shot nobody, I ain’t sold no o’s I went to college twice, I fucked some hoes Got to find somebody, to record my speech 5 racks for a fucking beat Fuck you, I’ll find someone else Better yet, I’ll just do it myself This software is so foreign to me Been better off learning Swahili Does this kick, kick Does this ride, ride Is this hat too subtle What about this bassline Is my voice too high, my voice too deep How is my message going to be received Are my punchlines hitting Entendres connecting Does this feel like a history lesson Will the common fan, understand Will the hip hop heads, say I’m too bland Will DJ’s have a track they keep playing Duck, what the fuck are you saying Fuck them, who gives a shit They ain't the reason you got into this They some coward muthafuckas with a bone to pick You’re the one with multiple gifts You did this to connect with the people To be their intellectual peephole To let them know, they are never alone Anytime they hear one of your songs They appreciate it, they respect the fact That you would even be concerned with that Congratulations, Duck of Nap You got the smartest fans in all of rap [Hook] [Verse 3] Tired of these rappers singing about the same shit They petty beef, they jealousness No work ethic, they don’t work at it The real fans, they don’t respect it Trying to stay tame But there’s too many to name I’m sick of listening to you weak ass lames Polluting and convoluting the game Something’s gotta give, something’s gotta change Duck is his name, a soulish rapper Fuck yo book, this a whole new chapter I want my shit to save someone’s life I want my shit to wipe tears at night I want my shit to get you through college I want my shit to give you knowledge I want my shit to give you light I want my shit to get you hype Hoodie on, head down Looking at your feet that’s on solid ground This wasn’t how life was supposed to go You’re only at peace when your eyes are closed You feel like that nobody knows Your problems, your struggles So you gotta fuckin' let go And let this music inside your soul Bob your head, up and down Rockin’ to this fuckin’ sound Give a fuck who’s looking at you They don’t know what you’ve been through They don’t know what you deal with And how you overcame that shit So let them stare like something’s wrong And rock to our fuckin’ song [Hook] [Outro] Just let me know you feeling it Just let me know you feeling it Just let me know you feeling it Just let me know you feeling it I do this all for you I do this all for you