A collective slow clap as my soul cracks
That’s the price to blow man, I know that
Getting advice in this ear, but out the other
Like Tyson cause this year, my mouth is running
Don’t bite what you can’t use, they tell me chew, I spit
They clearly never had a view like this
I’m too nice, and use life to boost my shit
No skewed lines, it’s true rhymes, produce my hits
Like it’s a true or false, question:
Would you respond well to people questioning
Your ethics, when you do a song, spread it
For the bread it’s really possible to lose it all, steady
Everybody’s got a doubt till you prove em wrong, bet it
All, fuck it, put the car on it,
They tell me I ain’t got the drive, so I park on em
Independent spreading the tracks
Hundred hits says that I’m wack, hundred more getting better in raps
I need a hook, someone tell em the catch
Once you start down this road you can never look back
So get your head from your ass
Operating on opposite ends of the same spectrum
I’ve gotta commit to make better opportunities
For me, when my peers never had the same chance
To break out, so stopping to quit
Isn’t an option I’m calling another audible, quick
I can’t fold when the cards that I get
Seem impossible to conquer just ante up
The pot isn’t filled; it’s all in for the spot that I wield
This obstacle here, isn’t set in stone, baby let it go
Maybe never know if you had what it takes
A mistake to be here, climbing each hill
To the top of the mountain only to find that I’ve already peaked here
My consciousness is calling it, time and place
Date of birth to his dying date, toe tag this old man
But I ain’t gonna walk another path
Just to minimize the growing potential that people call me fucking trash
I’m hardly flowing damn, only part I know I have
Is a blimp on the radar that’s probably going down
And I’m fine with that, only to influence people around me
To the point where they like my ass
On both hands I could count who I’d need if the globe crashed
And this whole planet was collected in dust
For every record I crush, my cerebellum will bust
Cause what was therapy is now another message that sucks
I got the words to express that I’m done
But on the other hand, putting it to action isn’t ready, so what?
I’m in a middle ground, smiling and sad, the good times and the bad
Help me figure out why I should act
Like I’m confident enough to convince you
My shit’s true, shit it probably sucks, but still you
Commit to pencil and ink, what the pen do
Isn’t a thing compared to real you
Sometimes I blur the line, tryna be as honest
As possible on a song until I’m worried I
Burned alive bridges I crossed back
And threw a line, telling everybody I’ve gone back
To save them all, facts, and I’m scared to call that
The truth, cause when I bare it all, scratch
No one cares at all, that’s something very wrong, damn
What I cherished all cracked digging dirt just to bury y’alls past
So I’m weary y’all laugh, when I play this shit
Twenty years living in the things I spit
When daylight ends, I shine into space like, this
And bring color, like kids throwing up gang signs bitch
You couldn’t stop a shooting star from burning down to the earth
And I promise I’m surrounding this work
With each verse being rounded as personal, kinda clouded with hurt
Optimistic that I’m bound to be first