I had to tell my manager I'm done rapping
I'm under-appreciated don't work enough
And my work ain't worth enough
Dropping project after project maybe I ain't good enough
So what's the point in keeping up
The police ain't policing us
My black life to them will never mean enough
So once again
What's the point of keeping up
I'm quitting this shit
Looking back at all support I saw a fan say I sound like Quentin Miller and shit
Funny thing is
We prolly deal with similar shit
When your pen feel elite
But you ain't winning and shit
You hearing shit you think is weak and songs familiar and shit
They all hits
Sounding bitter but, that's just how I feel
So why would I just not address this shit and keep it real
When I rap about progression and they rap bout' who they kill
I'm losing all my brothers to the steel
But still they see no evil
If you were to tell me this
I would not believe you
Dear manager like what is the point
I'm going broke cuz my budget ain't equipped for this joint
I'm losing sleep tryna think of how the masses think
Failing as a businessman my confidence done sinked
But these stories that I'm telling real captivating
Got me praying to God
Thinking maybe how I view my skill is just a facade
Dear manager it's quiet
I been trying but in my head is riots I am done
Yea
Got me feeling like I'm done now
Got me feeling like I'm,
Got me feeling like I'm done
I tend to let it sink
The ship was sailing
It's no prevailing the way we think
We ain't connected
I'm failing short on my own projections
Comparing myself to others switching my own perspectives
No longer worth it
This shit a circus
Arrivederci
Kiss the game goodbye
Not a fan would even miss me so what's the reason I try
Missing on every swing
My hits ain't hitting the same
Lord knows
Lord knows
I'm doing this shit in vain
Please talk to me
And I'm aware that you still walk with me
I'm reassessing greater pictures
This my greatest gift
This the only thing that's making sense
I hate my job I hate the field but yet it pays the rent
I got this passion where it pays to vent
Invested time I'm never getting back it make me sick
But make me happy
And opposites attract all my thoughts attack me
I'm doubting where I'm at
Doubting where you had me
And yea we did a lot but I can't see a lot
Battles of perfectionist determinist I need it locked
All them pictures painted them hunnit thousands I need a lot
I forgot about the people I inspired
The growth as I was growing helping people to they highest through they lowest
I lane shift maybe I'm willing let's keep it going
Uplift the world and giving them reasons to keep on hoping
Show the struggles show em' the process and keep it open
Had to tell my manager I'm still rapping
I changed my mind fuck it
This shit is hard though
But I got God though
I had to tell my manager I'm still rapping
He ain't respond though
And this a side note
I left a voicemail on his cell phone