[Intro] (Welcome to my future) (Listen closely...) [Verse 1] I do it for the soul in the music, you do it for the cash And I see right through it, like a window in a crash. You're a phony, a replica, a scripted point of view And you don't have a clue what it takes to pull this through. I've been up on my GQ, sharp edge, tailored mind, Leaving all your shallow little fairytales behind. So fuck you—I’ve been up on my GQ, Keeping it original while I'm looking at the new. I ain't sayin' I'm the best, I’m just carving out the stone, But you're definitely the worst, just a dog without a bone. I'm just here to spread my message, let the frequency disperse, And I've come to realize that my voice is my curse. I've been waiting on the day that I finally blow up, Watching all the fake ones filling poison in their cup. Yeah, I've been waiting on the day that I finally blow up, Standing at the edge until the world has had enough. [Pre-Chorus] Welcome to my future. (It’s not a dream, it’s a reality) [Chorus] No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. [Verse 2] I know they wanna know how I make this look so easy, The way I glide through the static and the way the city sees me. But it's not that easy, there’s a fever in the night, Trading every piece of sleep just to get the vision right. And I know they wanna know how I make this look so easy, Like a ghost in the machine, making everything feel breezy. It's not that easy—it’s the weight of the crown, It’s the silence in the room when the curtain's going down. I built this from the basement, from the hunger and the grit, While you were busy looking for a way to make a hit. [Bridge] The GQ life is just a shield for the war inside, Nowhere for the phonies and the cowards to hide. You see the surface, I see the depth, I’m counting the rhythm in every single breath. The blow up is coming, I can hear the countdown start, A mechanical rhythm in a biological heart. [Pre-Chorus] Welcome to my future. [Chorus] No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. No, I'm not perfect—and neither are you. [Verse 3] So keep your plastic trophies and your manufactured lies, I’m the glitch in your system, I’m the look in their eyes. My message is a signal cutting through your hollow noise, Separating real men from the little plastic boys. The curse is the burden of a truth you can't contain, The future is a shadow that is dancing in the rain. I finally blow up—and the debris is the truth, The final revelation of a misspent youth. [Outro] Welcome to my future. GQ status. Soul over cash. (No, I'm not perfect...)
