[Intro]
What's up y'all
Whenever I go on Twitter, or Instagram or whatever
I always see all these posts about life goals and family goals and sh**, you feel me
It always makes me really upset
Because I realize I ain't thought of mine yet
[Verse 1]
Holy sh**
I never thought I'd be into this rapping sh**
People wanna hear sh** that's lyrical
They don't wanna hear anymore trapping sh**
How am I supposed to be original
When new ideas in radio so minimal
How am I supposed to get recognized
When the chances of being discovered unpredictable
Kinda hard to put music out digital
100,000 people do mixtapes like me
Even if I try sell sh** physical
Ain't no guarantee that they gonna like me
f**ing struggling
I think my brain malfunctioning
Every time I lay down bars I always end up stumbling
I'm stressed
Santie make it look easy
His name come up every time I try to promote an EP
Thug n***a on a trap beat, but so shy when you see me
I smile every day cause they don't care if you cry deeply
I'm scared man
I need a master plan, wanna be living on my own by 18
I need to get a job in a couple months, studio mics don't come easily
I don't wanna be irrelevant like DVDs
I don't wanna always be eating Mickey D's
I wanna eat poutine in my master suite
It could be so f**ing sweet
[Hook]
It could be so f**ing sweet
It could be so f**ing sweet
With all my hopes and dreams
[Interlude]
I always wanted to be famous
I always wanted people to like me, to notice me
So I guess the only way to stand out from the crowd
Is to go extra f**ing hard
[Verse 2]
Look, it's DBS rocking VVS
I am on a quest to truly be the best
I will murder n***as blocking ever step
Until theres no more f**ing competition left
Solomon Graves said
You'll see his name in the Hollywood pavement
Hunnid bands for the weekly payment
Fame is sweet I just hope I can taste it
And embrace it
Gotta face it, gotta show 'em I'm better than basic
No more imitation, no more tracing
Time to use a blue shell in the race fam, taking over
I flow so hard like a boulder
Only gonna get better when I get older
Put Albuquerque on my shoulders
Die hard just like a veteran soldier
Goldie told me go hard, told him I'ma flow like concrete
They're just trying to block my shine, but I just simply can't be beat
You saw what happened to Trill p**y, buried this n***a six feet deep
Came in the game as rookie but went under some adaptation like Meryl Streep
I just wanna say f** you to the n***as who never gave me time of day
I just wanna say f** you to the stans, never understand what I try to say
I just want a couple hundred G's, I just want to win a Grammy
I just want to be on TV, it could be so f**ing sweet
[Hook]
[Outro]
But hey, none of it matters anyway
Even if I blow up we all gonna die someday
It's sad, but it's true
f** it, I'm off this