Man I think music should give me a salary
Even minimum hourly that would be
Reason for people who doubted me
To believe and proud of me,
How can I break this all down to be layman's
I am not patient ya'll think I'm famous
No matter how far I have come
I keep building new mountains that tower me
Man I'm not sleeping again, 3:10 AM
Pieces of sheets are surrounding me
I keep on wanting my sound to be louder
I need it to power the speakers
I'm not really hearing these fallacies
Follow me round, hollow me out
I'm not allowed to be sour
I got the power to stop or keep going
It's quiet outside but the thoughts are devouring me
My words started leaving the city I sleep in I learned to believe
People searching my name and my reason to speak
Its a curse a disease having urges to beat up the person I see
Staring back at me lurking at me
I know I'll be better don't need you to see
Every person I meets got a cousin who beats verses like me
They got merch and CDs, rehearse to the beats
Shows every week words and believe
But not working like me so i tell em
I'm sorry you do not relate, not here to debate
I've spent half my life to perfect it verbatim
Stayed in my lane up to elbows in paint
And still painting amazing if you got a mic then you're famous
Don't hate that I made it cuz
I tell my stories in syllables, syllables, record em for stereos,
When I tell em I rap some think it's hilarious
They think its hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I've made it
Then I'll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical
I expected a spotlight got hundreds of stop signs
Studio session is hot right, my incentive is not right
Miles are rollin when I'm on the road
Easy to see have lost it
Funny the bigger I get I get little again
On the microscopic talking
Constant content not the nonsense topics not hip hop and
I'm just not the product got the thoughts
Not the face not the walk
Critics keep on zooming in and
The minute they do I go rip on a tune
And I give this to you while they switching
Their view my decision is to
Turn their vision into a new chip in the booth
Difficult to take a hit every new hit I spit buts its typical too
Fans who are listening to it
Sending me messages sayin I'm keeping em going
Giving 'em sentences they all depend on
Hundred percent I'll deliver em too
I'll defend em until I've offended a million critics
If it'll mean any of you hear my story in syllables
I tell my stories in syllables, syllables, record em for stereos,
When I tell em I rap some think it's hilarious
They think its hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I've made it
Then I'll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical
Yeah, now I don't think you know what it takes to fill
Big dreams when the world wanna see you fail
Said you wanna do this then get ready to build
Some thick skin but the world gonna break it still
I came to kill the way that you used to
Think of me oh now this a new dude
Never leave no trace of the old me
But the game still so lonely
I don't need you to believe in me
Actually it's been better when nobody's seeing me
Spending my life in the shadows I seem to be
Laughed at and hated and doubted repeatedly
But I know now that's the shit that I needed
And all of the hate was the fuel that was feeding me
Thank you for all of that keeping up that energy
I cannot stop yet there's so much ahead of me
Yeah, I know it makes you feel good
Making me feel I'm invisible
You build up your ego talking that shit acting so critical
But I don't need none of you
Fuck what you thinking I've been taking enough
And ya'll been asleep it's about that time
That I wake ya'll up
Yeah, wake up to the stereo, when I tell 'em I rap
They think it's hilarious, they think it's hysterical
That I wanna be sentimental, recording my mental
In minimal sentences since its a little less censored its easy for
Them to be thinking they need to be critical
Ya, they need to be critical
The critics condition to me is a critical thing
Staying belittled, now its easy to see
I need em to be not believing in me
If I start to think that I've made it
Then I'll be complacent I need to be hated
Maybe just a little they need to be critical