[Hook: Tom Solar]
If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard
If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word?
[Verse 1: Tom Solar]
I got a different POV than those from the hood
Those with the guns, those with the goods
I should tell ya I ain't about to fail ya
If you from the burb then I got you, my word
I represent the lonely motherf**er side of the coin, emotions in the loins - difficult to spit out
And make a point about the way your momma left you in second grade, or how your grades ever since been second rate
Keep your rage in a second crate, save for future reference
Use it in the case you never get to escape the place that you've hung in ever since you was a young'n
The fact is you're aging, layers off your onion and you cop them ounces off allowance
You're bound to be embarra**ed, bounce checks off your parents, think "I wish I was a gangster, banking off of anger"
[Hook: Tom Solar]
If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard
If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word?
If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard
If I don't get seen, brother, ain't gonna make it to thirty
[Verse 2: Tom Solar]
From the burb but my brain always book out
Dress like a prince but you'll never get the crook out
Cold rhymer, I'ma smoke you at the cook out though so
You better study this style with books out
Sort of like the kids that you used to know, now they grown
But you still have your dad pay your iPhone
The last time you did hit a high note was I don't know
You just trying to prove the doubting eyes wrong
But they doing business with different hairlines
Real adults fly international airlines
Small steps if you hope to get that airtime
All the best to you but you overstepping bare lines
How you figure that you're gonna be a millionaire?
They wanna hear you rap hard, not self-aware
Combination of famous crip, Freeway, Escobar, pimp, snow dealer in a heatwave
[Hook: Tom Solar]
If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard
If I don't get seen, brother, who gonna know my word?
If I don't get discovered, if I don't get heard
If I don't get seen, brother, ain't gonna make it to thirty
[Verse 3: Tom Solar]
Dealer went legit, G became a billionaire
The well off motherf**er used to be an heir to a billionaire, but then he shut his head off
Leather belt to the neck then kicked away the stairs
Why is net worth the number one concern if a triple beam teen struggle just to find the words to rise above the worms slithering within the dirt?
Six feet beneath it every day, way he see the world
Dead presidents can't free you in the end
The living can't neither, I see the need to spend
My advantage is my weakness, I need defense, tense game, let me hit the reefer like I need her
The name Anita Green, because I need the green
People on the street staring at me like I be obscene
I cream for the type of sugar that don't need a spoon
Will not become rich to b**h, in reverse bloom