Mr. J Medeiros - Catch as Catch Can pt 3 lyrics

I moved to L.A. with a couple hundred dollars and a box of clothes I drove my car and ASRX through the rocky roads Things was feeling real maybe cus the single deal ABB was at our fingers still we couldn't sing for meals I did construction in the morning Pushing a broom at J Crew Cus they knew my shoes were worn in Stuck me in the stockroom at night I'd be performing to a walkman Plotting how soon we'd all be touring Waiting to get fired this would be the fourth time A boss would say the line that their patience had expired And it ain't because of work ethic I want my work epic I'd skip the days it wasn't worth effort To play the circuit to be heard “F” it Those were the days I wouldn't add the “uck” Cus my church kept it I was still praying to be perfected I still pray but now a days I know my worths present See I been traveling these words to the ends of the Earth Just to find it ain't dependent on a word check it We played every major venue off the strength of our show You know some locals won't commend you If you ain't from the So Cal But you being Lo Cal is all luck And The Pros ain't ever been low brow We soaked it up than rung'em out on stage but hold up What's hatin at this age gone do grow up or have it your way France, Spain, Switzerland, and Norway While you were in the local scene still tryna block the door ways We rocked Germany, Portugal, Poland, Japan Out to the UK, Belgium, and toured the Netherlands Went through Canada, Sweden, to Prague and Australia Through the Jiggy era to the Iggy Azalea's From the trailer park stigma till the pigment grew paler Sold product out my closet true indie no failure That's a message to self when the pressure is felt If wealth measures success I have to leverage myself I felt hated by peers tryna shade my career Sixteen years it makes me wonder if I hated myself But what's hatin at this age gone do grow up I toured 45 states like 4 or 5 times off rhymes You could say that I ain't blow up But couldn't say that I ain't show up so what I had my car repossessed my bank account closed Stretching my credit cards couldn't make the amounts owed Till they break till it takes eight years to start over Made it from a small town to be raped by downloads Living in Westlake my neighbor was found cold- murdered People baking closed curtains Three break ins on a borrowed ride Plus the hatin of loud trolls Swallow pride to survive by making this sound known I made a business though it's minimum wage-ish It ain't washing dishes or some criminal pay-ish I fought for a gift just to give it to strangers Since 1996 to whatever this day is Ain't ever had a plan just the catch-as-catch-can Son of a pizza man and a waitress I wouldn't say I'm famous but I'm in my late thirties Still making something worthy for your play list So save the back story cus know there's always more to that And let's fast forward cus we at 2:34 on the track And though we only half way The other half is just more of that same Struggle and pain for the glory of rap Take you to NoHo to where we recording at Just got off the phone with someone that I love more than rap And now we gotta son that we love even more than that Feeling like this story just begun and it's more than rap I mean I gotta make it they say you need a plan When you the son of a waitress and a pizza man I mean I gotta make it they say you need a plan When you the son of a waitress and a pizza man I mean I gotta make it they say you need a plan When you gotta son and you know you gotta feed the fam I mean I gotta make it yo show me the plan Till then it's just a catch-as-catch-can Homie