InsaneMastermind - Future Self lyrics

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InsaneMastermind - Future Self lyrics

Verse 1: The second that I walk up the people head home or starin Rattle off a million questions but my headphones are blarin So I just point at my ear or ignore 'em altogether Cause I can tell their questions ain't gon' be how's the weather Im just tryna live life, I got no time for interviews It's not that I don't like you, it's just that I ain't in the mood C'mon it's late at night, drop the camera eat some dinner boo Ask your questions to the waiter he's more of a winner too Meet a girl and send her food, ask her what she's finna do Maybe if your lucky then she won't return to sender dude But your priorities are twisted, and your focused on the wrong sh** Instead of buying biscuits, you gotta buy a long whip You gotta fake it to make, but how can you even fake it If all you ever learned was how to chill in a basement Advance placement was your claim to fame, but now how you gon' maim the game When sh** was dead the second that it say my name you lame to dames You need to work on rhyming at a pace that get's the people hyped And don't let noone f** you over keep yo b-hole tight It'll be alright, this I promise you If you can honestly believe that ain't nobody bomb as you Get rid of the drama too, cause all that sh**'ll follow you And if it comes up later then the game'll chew and swallow you Be unique but fit the mold enough to be entertaining And write 24/7 it don't matter if it's draining Cause think of art as mining you should aim for the main vein And your brain is a computer you need a powerful mainframe Listen to anyone else and they'll tell you the same thing But still you didn't listen tell me ain't that a dang shame You could been f**ing famous, you could become the greatest But you were sold on the idea that you would never make a playlist I think it's f**in heinous, you coulda been f**ing A-list But now we'll never know because your right back in the basement H : Always conversing with my future self He was who told me dude don't shoot yourself He told me you need help and when I wasn't doing well And now he's telling me how to reap wealth (x2) Verse 2: Man im sick of being broke as a motherf**in crack fiend I'm half human half sick, I'm a f**in vaccine You need to tag team to bag me, I know you hear my a** mean But in truth im so much nicer than these others who hara** me They blast me and trash me, say that I ain't been grasping The knowledge of the way to rhyme and so my music's a** B But I shrug off the all insults and focus on writing And ever since that I noticed that my bars have tightened Because once your musics for you, you don't care about opinions Even if they hate it, if you love it you'll be grinning They can send in written opposition to your compositions But as long as you're your competition haters are no contradiction Stop and listen, if you think your tracks dope then it is b**h You're the one who you write music for you don't need to get a witness You can fill up your own wishlist, you don't need to wait till christmas There's more than one way to be heard and none is throw a b**h fit There's a reason rappers blowin up are always total dopeness Cause they workin hard as sh** until they finally get noticed You need to emulate all of that, if you want to earn dollars back You need to be a powerhouse and rap till you cause heart attacks You should slaughter traps with naught a scratch before you call it rap Before that it's only music you make with your heart attached Yeah you left it but I brought it back, you the best it's not an artifact Don't listen to eminem, you the f**ing god of rap They came after me and I sliced through 'em like it's surgery So why are surprised that no one in the game can murder me I leave 'em lying in the courtyard, you can call it perjury Look through all the open mics because that's where im sure to be Never gave a f** at all, stayed in summer duckin fall Cause that's when I make money and i'll do anything if bucks involved I wanna tour in compton, I want the who*es to watch it Thank you to my future self but this'll end my correspondence H

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