(Intro)
Yeah
Yo
Yaya yo yo
Yo
Yaya yo yo
(Verse 1)
Yo, straight up
Im scared to be an artist
One day I'm feeling my lyrics, because most these rappers retarded
And then Cole or Drake will drop a track
When I hear it, it's like I'm parting with my soul
It take a toll on my spirit
I start to question my methods like
They at the top do I deserve to be near it?
Do I deserve to even pursue a career where I compete for they fans?
Where I compete to be the bigger man? See
Of course I love my music
But will the ma**es understand
Will the people receive my message the way I plan?
Will I make an impact, or fall as flat as ancient european maps?
Will I be remembered or fall to the back of all your minds?
Feel like I'm wasting time
With artists like that around how the f** I'm supposed to get mine?
Man how am I supposed to shine?
They tell you dream big and crush yours with every line
Thats irony at its finest...
I'm not the target but I'm stuck in the crossfire, and the bullets
Well my favorites are behind it
And they dont even know me
I ain't even signed yet
Imagine their attack when I finally pose threat
(Hook x2)
I got my mind on lock
(Late nights and early mornings)
Got my grind on lock
(Work, school, then recording)
Its hard to keep it pushing when there's other obligations
I'm just hoping I get recognition for my dedication
(Verse 2)
Constantly second guessing
Me second guessing is stressing
I need to just count my blessings
Cause many people confessing
They messing with all my music
Your talented boy dont lose it
But use it, abuse it, prove it
You got what it takes to do this
Now my confidence is boosted
Pick up the pen again
I start to write, but my words
They ain't coming out how I'm thinking
I think I got the block, frustrated I start to doubt
Wonder if I do blow up, could I keep putting songs out? Huh
One hit wonder
One album wonder, that's not the route I'm trying to take
I'm trying to be consistent man that's how you end up great
But when you so persistent yet you don't know what to say
It kinda weighs on you heavy
Chasing for that catchy hook the way that Tom chases Jerry searching for
Catchy flows, wordplay
And melodies
Music supposed to be for me
It's hard to find the balance between what I want to say and what's keeping the people pleased
(Hook x2)
(Verse 3)
Now
If you know me then you know it's true
Almost like the bible, truth is all I speak to you
And I decided I'ma make a living doing what I love to do
It ain't a dream no more cause now I just pursue and
Find it ironic how they call it rapping
Because I'm taking my gift and giving it to you
The only one that won't appreciate it is the fool
But I don't pay them no mind, I can't afford to
I'm on a college budget
Finishing is the mission
My mind is occupied with the books
My money occupied with tuition
And in between the aforementioned, I gotta squeeze out some time for the venting and rhyming sentences
Keep the faith in the man above and my music, I wonder what his intention is
He gave me the sk**s and so I use it, to the best of my ability
Confident if money talks I'ma be speaking fluently
(Outro)
Late nights and early mornings
(Got my mind on lock)
Work, school, then recording
(Got my grind on lock)
Everyday I end up yawning
(Nah I ain't gone stop)
One day i swear, I'ma be touring
(Nah Just, let me rock)
Just leave it to the dedication
(Let me rock)
Where I'm at now I ain't complacent
(I ain't gone stop)
Just leave it to the dedication
(Let me rock)
Where I'm at now I ain't complacent