woke up, oh fuck. just another day no luck.
lookin in the mirror nothin gettin clearer dunno how to say "grow up"
born to hate the 9-5, torn awake the fuckin time arrived when the hip-hop slipped into fill the gap of the last love now im trapped and im wrapped up in the scene
and the rap public is mean.
gotta bunch of carbon copy spitters
with a mill or better and a full team
i dont need that. i read that the real recognize real.
imma rap for the rattpacks it's never been about a record size deal
do you feel me yet? really hopin' that you can at this point
got my cannabis joint in my hand at this point.
feelin' manic disjointed and panicky.
life is insanity. look what this bitch straight up handed me
knowin' from the birth of me that to the hearse of me
my words'll certainly disperse the worst of me
and i been cursin' these uncertainties that happened upon my lap
rappin to calm my ego. to our dreams is where we go
it's obscene you know that we flow with the best of em
blessed with em. reaping all the real raps from deep the chest of em
confessin "um i got a little something special to best the rest of em"
yes n im--
stressed 'cuz i been carrying this weight my whole life-had it
repressed for awhile, nest in the isle next to a dream wife-that bitch
probably aint exist.. but if she does here's a reminder
fame's the only way you'd ever find her.