Everybody talking to themselves about who spits the best
But really they just looking at who has the most to flex
They don't get the message they don't even check
They don't even get how really fuckin' complex
All this shit is and how it really affects
Whats going on in their head and how they really feeling inside their chest
Then when its released they got the nerve to go and object
Like they're the ones who spent a whole year on that fuckin' project
This is all that i got
Like feet fail me not
Haven't been given opportunities like this one a lot
Feels like i miss every time i'm out there and shooting my shot
Get on the spot and feel like my tongues tied up in a knot
Fuck the money and the fame, cause i got neither
Only have myself to blame, cause i'm an underachiever
I'm still sick as a fever, looking as sharp as a cleaver
Once i get a bad-bitch you know that ill never leave her (Probably)
Lets just say my futures set in stone like i'm the oracle
That i'm historical, you'll see my name in editorials
Hope i make it out my 20's without attending my memorial
You'll be blown away to hear i learned rap from YouTube tutorials
My formula, for informing ya
Of my vocal utopia, phobias of loneliness
And addiction to opiates
Associates are praising me so ceremonious
Don't just have one banger, yo
The hits are steadily copious
My goal is really not to get wealth
Or have to maneuver in public gatherings with some stealth
I just wanna make the most of all these cards I've been dealt
You'll prolly never see me walking around in a Gucci belt
Yeah i know i started rapping for my mental health
Cause at the time nobody gave a fuck 'bout how i felt
Got a pen put it on paper and it really helped
Now i think its the reason i didn't kill myself
So when i say rap saved me i ain't exaggerating
And all of you haters can just go on flaming
I'ma set my sights higher keep getting better at aiming
Till i'm amazing and the entire world is mine for the taking
And writing raps is all fine and dandy
But when a pansy in a mansion mumbles and he gets a Grammy
Talking about him sipping lean and how hes always on a xanny
That's a concept that i have a little trouble understanding
Why we keep making these stupid people famous?
Swear to god all that dramas hella contagious
They do something minuscule all of a sudden its courageous?
Or maybe even outrageous, it slowly makes us brainless
(But Louis did you see Kylie's new holiday line?)
Bitch, you can suck right on my holiday line
Mother fuckers skip the line and start thinking that their divine
Just cause something they designed
Wasn't shitty as yours or mine
So fine , i'm tired of losing my mind
Cause nothing 'bout the passion only what you will buy
No one gives a fuck no matter how hard you try
I'm out here working overtime just tryna get by
Yet i still don't got the cash to get a pad to call mine
My friends are moving up and i feel like i'm lagging behind
The grind, is weighing down on my mind,
Confined, in these really fuckin' hard times
Why wont all my fuckin' stars align?
I cant stop having this dream
Where I've got everything
That I've been searching for but it ain't what it seems
I'm a mainstream artist supreme with hella self esteem
Got a fan base big enough to form my own regime
Yet i wake up in a sweat and scream
Cause I've found that in that dream
No one i love could be heard seen
They're prolly hating me for what i'm paid to be
And yet i go out every day and embrace what money has made of me
If it gets like that ill wish id never done it
The dream of fame and fortune's so convoluted it funny
Like a day could have no clouds but it sure as hell ain't sunny
I guarantee the richest man in the world ain't got shit for money
So really i gotta take a minute and re-evaluate
Before i really commit, make this dream accelerate
Cause honestly this shit, no matter how lit
Could actually be one really big fucking mistake
