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prod. by @igorexz
Lyrics:
(Verse)
Years gone by Ida changed alot,
But this image in my mind is the same as how it was when I was a kid tryna make Hip-Hop,
Everybody not convinced I could make it nah,
Fuck college you probly shouldn't save a spot for me,
What if you don't make it whats your plan about to be,
Honestly I never really gave it thought,
Or had a doubt in my mind til the people surrounding me always had to comment and seem distraught,
Writing lines on a paper when the days had got to me,
Had a note pad full of things Id jot,
Anything thats on my mind tryna make it rhyme,
I remember that my father he hated how I be,
Takin all the papers and throwin em out and be loud sayin wow you think that art,
Barely knowin shit about anythin that i could be,
I don't even wanna work bitch fuck that shit,
Ima write another verse then gone scrap it,
Til im sayin all the words that I want back to back and make sense cuz you pussies can't match it,
The fact is,
Half these rappers lame,
Spit the same shit,
And they gettin paid,
Gettin plays listens everyday,
What difference does it make if Im tryna change shit and all the listeners are sayin no thanks hate it the fuck I need to do,
Shut the fuck up cuz Im gonna speak the truth,
So sick of the repetition,
Fuck flexin pics and the expensive whips and rough sex with women,
Im not convinced that thats how you livin,
Maybe I don't get it,
Maybe Im just different,
Im pessimistic,
No friends to vent to,
Just pens and writtens,
No rent to give you,
Im broke as fuck I dont trust a soul,
I don't smoke no blunts cuz I don't trust the smoke,
I don't go in public Im just up at home,
My minds so corrupted yet so are you,
So don't fuckin judge me cuz its over nothing,
But because you suck I sound so disruptive,
Yeah you jealous of all the attention I could potentially harness if Im getting farther,
Oh god oh god can you please answer my family believe we should talk,
Every time I call the machine answer Im startin to think you phone is off,
My competition is not depicted how I had pictured,
Yal got no gift and you are not the shit your just a pile of it,
So shut the fuck up cuz its time to listen up
(Chorus)
And I just wanna know if Im ever gonna make it up out this hell,
Days gettin colder on my own but I don't fuck with nobody else,
What I gotta say for you to listen fuck the gimmick that you tryna sell,
I really mean it when Im sayin that Im different from the shit that people try to tell me is fire well G someone try and help me understand it fuck it you don't gotta bother helping,
Im keepin to my own self G,
Im makin paths you couldn't follow down these
- Genre
- whxami