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Hit the Billboard charts, iTunes see my name right next to Drake Try to take this smile off of my face Jordan year for real This is validation, can't believe we made it here Me, Chris, Bruce, Moe sittin' 'round lookin' at each other, like "What the hell is going on? Moe-T, double-check the numbers" Yeah, all the shit we went through to get here And all the tough conversations, man All the broken relationships Took way more than just patience, man (Took way more than just patience, man) (Patience, man) (Took way more than just patience, man) (Patience, man) No more nine-to-five, right? I can say I really rap-rap now Book the flight home, I got some people to laugh at now, yeah Finally here, time to hit the road and meet the fans No idea what we gettin' into, everything packed in a minivan Nothing like seeing the love in real-time People be knowing the words already People be spilling their guts to me, man This shit is hitting me so heavy, yeah For your first tour, how did it go? What was your experience? Basically everything we expected and, and more. Like, the turnouts were, were real good. And the fans blew us away. Like, it was really fun to be able to meet you guys face-to-face Back off road, pack shit, split ways, wave goodbye to L.A If we never leave the studio, what's the point in bein' there anyway? SongtexteSet up shop in Arizona, me, Sleeve, and Moe-T Lotta people turn Hollywood, we keep it low-key Business decisions like, "Moe can't produce everything" "What's the ceiling for The Specktators?" "Can this really be a forever thing?" Twelve hours straight going back-and-forth Trying to go the right direction when Name change could be career-ending No change would be a slow death You don't get here being indecisive You don't get here without pulling triggers You don't make it out with no mistakes 'Long as they mine, I'll live wit' 'em Packy with a "y," Speck the label Same difference when we drop shit Love to the day one fans Lost some people in the process South by Southwest, met with the Green Mitten boys Told 'em we were going on tour, let us know if you're down to join Just like that, we hit the road One month later, we were bros Moved back home to get the label poppin' No way of knowing how it'd go, yeah-yeah It's cool to be able to say I make music for a living right now. What would be cooler is if I could say I make music for a living and I don't have anything in the back of my head thinking, 'Oh God, what if this, you know, ends.' But I'm definitely happy right now, I'm in a good place, and you're the reason Still no agent, no manager No A&R, no publicist They would take the money that we gave them But they'd never go and run with it Still, our platform growing, still we having fun with it Still that diamond in the rough, still 'Mad Lifey' in this bitch Now I feel I'm treading water though, I feel like I hit a plateau I dropped 'Area 51' and that shit landed on a bad note We could see the music landscape changing I'ma need to find some inspiration I'ma need to blank-slate this shit 'Never-Ending Mixtape' this shit I'ma need a big break this year, competition going up People fake it 'til they make it, that ain't never been us Never paid for no follower, I ain't pay for no plays Maybe I'd be rich if I did, maybe I'm stuck in the old days If it's love, I want real love, that's the type that I give I would love me some more love, if I don't get it, I'll live Every album is a piece of me, I be scared to give too much But I think it's been too long, hope that this can catch you up Aus Songtexte Mania