[Verse 1]
Void been open since two of the best died
One from the East coast, one from the West side
I been waiting for a gap but sh**, this isn't easy
Blowing up in f**in' rap
I won't resort to making the sort of music that appeals
I put it on myself to f**in' always keep it real
And i'll even admit it, Painting Dreams s**ed a**
That's pretty much why i'm getting all my sleep in cla**
Stay up all night writing, all night spitting
But lately all this hate makes me contemplate quitting
What's the difference? Why don't I get respect
Cause i'm fourteen, chasing dreams, spitting better than the rest
Kendrick got me hungry, made me stretch my verses
New levels to the rhymes, disregarding all the curses
A hex on the city, voo-doo in the streets
Souls on the beats, that's why they waiting on release, b**h
[Hook x2]
Stay real or die trying
One day i'ma get it
And I never started lying
And i'm not starting now
Not starting now
Hands together, on my knees
Got to make my parents proud
[Verse 2]
Illustrating everyday
Like a book, nonfiction
Your enterprise embracing lies
While mine follow the vision
What's the point of living?
I might as well prosper
Keep a peace in mind
Mindless clips in a chopper
My voice provide bullets for the rounds, that's a challenge
Creative brains lack less, appreciate no balance
A pair of New Balance, instead of being typical
My generation's bible isn't even biblical
Reading all these tweets, while i'm spitting on these beats
You can go f** yourself if you ain't f**in' with BG
This is all me b**h, this is on my life
I spend every night, just tryna' get it right
And i'm bout' to k** the game, they gon' know the name
BG on the mic, spitting nothing less' a flame
BG on the mic, spitting nothing less' a flame, b**h
[Hook x2]