8th Apollo - War pain lyrics

Well hey there mister famous How long til you become mister an*s How long until you're brainwashed or brainless and money chains and women are your only language Well back when I was lame to hang with Trying to make a name out the homie basement But base is the place I am most complacent Home plate is the place I get most the hatred This ain't about race but face it Second place is really first place replacement So if I'm in your top 3 I'll take it Or top 5 or 10 I'm never going to a 9 to 5 again Been pretty busy living in this city of sin Hit the jackpot or jack pot to win I crack codes when I hold the pen I'm in my zone again Again tryna get my life right I write every single feeling on the inside I hide Looking for the home base I slide I'm not even safe at my home plate Why lie, I cried. Struggles of a nice guy Sentimental mental what's a nickel to a dime I put my whole life in every single line that I write I may not be the smartest in my mind but I'm a lyrical Einstein. S-P-A-ZZ-Y-D, they say who's he I'm me, I mean I think I don't know i gotta find myself Had to grind myself Wrote every line myself Had to remind myself That I was good enough to make it When I made a mixtape three store put mine on the shelve. Thank god. Amen My god I'm praying That I rise, never land. That I fly, Peter Pan On the way to never land Make it into heaven man I was like 7 when I noticed that we couldn't settle in Let me tell you what I'm talking bout We kept on moving house to house for like a couple of months until the lease was up then we were out No doubt momma always told me stand out Understand you can never have your hand out And she said that I was flyer than a handout And I know you worried but I got my future played out Your boy is the man now How can he raise the roof cause he ruthless Who's this kid with a brand new movement Smile on his face and the hate can't move it Smile in the face of the hate til I'm toothless Ate steak at place called Ruth Chris No date if she only bring cuteness To the table on my plate is a blueprint Green for the blues then I abuse the music Please don't confuse youth with stupid Spittin truth for you and my amusement Sick as lupus, every song is lucid I'm tight & you loose so when they hear me they lose it War pain look at the bruises Any more pain & my brain wounded Fighting myself I often lose but its coo And I chose to not use excuses Useless truces duces dude this war pain Who produces all this truth before fame Never did for fame, broke walls, tore chains Pure flames, two two true like I'm 4 Chainz Never did I ever switch nor change Only switch flows , change lanes when the flow plain Flow change lanes got gas hella propane Woah pro flow this dude dope as c**aine All of this commotion from a no name Jumped off the porch kinda short All black jansport momma always would let the door hang. thank the lord I never let a 44 bang Letting every letter hit yo core this is war pain War with a couple swords in your core your slain Your gain never in consideration And Twitter verification isn't validation Nahhh I'm valid without it you doubting my talent keep sipping all of this til you drowning in gallons Sinner or saint wa**up with the balance Life is hard but i'm up for the challenge. free