Chance Fischer - Success lyrics

CHORUS I work hard for the money Harder for the fans Hardest for myself And the artists that understand Success -- is not given Unless you willing to grind Invest in your decision To doing the things you like VERSE 1 I Started producing songs at the age of seventeen When my brother put me on he taught me how to play with reason And pretty soon I'm decent and I made a couple of tracks I showed a few to like three friends and they told me that it was wack These cats suggested I master A different kind of approach I could begin a new chapter I said I'd give it a go Had an aversion to rappers And all they big bu*t hoes But Ye converted me After he made that chipmunk soul So in my undergrad on my mac I began to sample things Flip a track on its back til its no resemb-a-lance Built a little catalogue I'm thinking that I'm better and I dug it like a catacomb it took a while to get it that My beats didn't really show the best of me I knew I had to switch up all the recipes I invested cheese in the proper gear Spent a couple Gs and a bunch of years And those long days stressed out Like donde esta the next big fiesta We next up CHORUS VERSE 2 (Chance Fischer) Tell SAMMUS I'll give 'em that work Been doing this sh** since I was getting nursed Conceive a verse in my bedroom giving birth When I let the flow break I was quenching their thirst Let me take it back to the Randolph Courts Where n*ggas had snakeskin all over their J's Black durags all over their waves With the cape screaming "Hoes ain't sh** that we save" In the hood, I was rapping like Can-I-Bus But n*ggas weren't feeling my flowin' Till I said I'd pull the mac out on all them n*ggas Leave a door bloody like it's Pa**over 12-year-old drug dealing n*ggas wearing Jordans Rapping about guns, weed smoke and extortion All up on the corners and on n*ggas front porches Diamonds in the rough, flow wasn't yet gorgeous Fast forward -- I'm a junior in the Ivy League Higher than them towers of ivory Picture me dying for an I-N-C Put the "I" in team and envisioned my dream Couldn't match my hustle - 5 raps a day for three semesters Working on flows missing Greek fiestas sh**tin' on rappers when the beat digested I invested money that I didn't have For something you'd have to see on the shoulder of a giant My self-esteem must have been something like Goliath Now the flow smooth and I'm something like Poseidon 12 year old rappin' in the midst of misguided youth Now I rap to inspire through The words that I crafted in the vocal booth That started as a youngin' trying to show and prove VERSE 3 When I started out flow wasn't nice I had to do a little research Now I'm good to go I'm back to life Like I'm celebrating Easter I'm hungry now got fork and knife And I really wanna eat first I practice hard I'm cold as ice Never listen in a T-shirt I'd just be rappin in the camry While I rode around the block Now I'm standing here commanding Every show I gotta to rock I been to Austin, Brooklyn, Houston, n***a Upstate And I'm still cookin' music you can just wait I make plans around the clock Got an album that's coming in the summer First chance it get to drop Without a doubt it's a bestseller I had to find a crew that would invest in me incessently Even Wonder Woman had the blessings of the Justice League I found a place at that NuBlack Worked hella days to make moves I produced tracks so major Made big waves like a durag And I'm proof that it's suicide To take a break from the booth That's a space to make other crews ask Who's next?