WASHED UP

Yeah I'm starting to wonder if I lost the hunger Where's that kid I used to be when I was on the come-up? Where's that drive I used to have before I had the numbers? Where's that "Take me as I am, I ain't gon' be no puppet"? Where's that "Tell it like it is, don't let the label hush it"? (Yeah) Where's that "Yeah, I know I'm rich, but we gon' keep the budget"? Where's that "I don't really care about the radio If they don't like the song, then don't play it, I ain't changing nothing"? Yeah, where's that person at? You see him, tell him I've been hurting bad (I've been hurting bad) You see him, tell him that I miss the way we used to rap And I ain't making music anymore if he don't care enough to have my back Yeah, dropping trash Wouldn't say that I've been doing that But I'd be lying through my teeth if I said I don't think my moment passed Yeah, I think my moment passed (Moment passed) Am I on the brink of something great Or have I lost it? Am I on the verge of making waves Or am I washed up? The small rooms, the intimacy, no feeling like it Those old shoes nostalgic, I put my feet inside 'em The Lord knew I needed this to survive the violence The raw truth, I'm nothing without the Father's guidance "Who are you?", the question that built this whole empire "You're old news," the statement that makes me think "retire" The game's noose, eventually we all have to climb in One wrong move and, doot-doot, career is dying (Ayy) Yeah, can I revive it? Did that check the label gave me make me uninspired? Am I ignorant to think that I still got the fire? Am I hanging onto something I should say goodbye to? Yeah, has my time expired? Did my prime already pass or am I 'bout to find it? Did my peak already happen or am I still climbing? Is that passion that I had gone or am I Am I on the brink of something great Or have I lost it? Am I on the verge of making waves Or am I washed up?