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
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