CHRONICLE - Velvet $truggle lyrics

[Verse 1:IshaQ] 12 years a slave 15 minutes of fame Sweet 16 17 again 21 questions 27 dresses 99 problems 500 days of summer here to describe the come up And all of its masked comeuppance Of chasing fast ma** coverage In hopes of being discovered But you don't know there's others Who working hard undercover remained unknown to the city but Time to wake them from their slumber My hellbent hustle,my velvet struggle was my teacher taking pics for That mixtape cover Or in norms dorm room recording inside that cupboard Damn we suffered but recovered testimony to the others I'm on my slop over rise ,working on gradient But my hope over pride.why I stay radiant we, body rappers ,these n***as' ribs weak I go for days my n***a days, they out by mid week See I I chanced my Wednesdays I chanced the venture Like chance the rapper Like chance with 10 day Took a chance on dreams first took a chance for 10 years And my chance was tender Steve took a chance with me i send Thanks out to my mentor [hook: IshaQ, Chronicle & Bear] And so we must go (must go must go) In search of a new leap forward We fill these hour gla**es (hour gla**es) We grapple with our past tense (our past tense) We struggle and fall (we struggle and fall) We crawl to our curtain call We stumble through every jungle In hopes to end the Velvet struggle [Verse 2: Chronicle] Started rapping back of the cla** scribbling tracks making up for What I couldn't do in cla** When the flow was lazy Dreamt of a time when the bars were crazy spit a verse and they all Just regurgitate me ah Will I make it maybe? Will these verses make me? Then I spoke to is Told him of a time when we'd make it big Then he spoke to me Had a mind like me Had a drive like me Ahead of his time with the rhymes like me Such a cla**ic scene With the mastery Looked up to these OGs Now we trying to live out these crazy dreams These moments to live out the possibilities Cause we met Steve jean Tried to make it on the big screen But felt a complacency The world on my shoulders ms father would never let me breathe Oh damn Now the dream is in reverse The struggle and stumble to catch a moment to rehearse My momma believed in me but see music as a curse Nonetheless God speak to these non believers cause you know that I'm making it (Hook) [Outro: IshaQ] Curiosity is the key to the door The sky is the floor The walls are plastered with the hunger of the artist and the pa**ion Of the individual seeking more….seeking to discover and decode the Notion that is I…who am I? Am I more? Am i yours? Am I torn? Between the fabric of space and time in an effort to find the purpose Of which I was born? The conundrum of this carnage Doctors need identifying to infiltrate this tardis This is the brewing of a new moon This the blueprint to the blue room