[Intro]
Writing down these compositions
Looking up to idols, till they turn to competition
Listen to this story, can u hear it man?
You prolly say this sh** is boring, till i get the fame
So what's the chances that i got, I'm tryna beat the odds
Better than these rappers, now I'm tryna beat the Gods
We try to become something out of nothing while alive
In reality we nothing, only something when we die
Looking up to stars, not at night, but this is day
Ya'll can picture the jealousy, Ya'll can picture the hate
When they don't see your visions, or capture pictures you paint
To criticize is easy, but its harder to create
Even harder to be great
When they in positions that you wanna be in
Lift the weight, from my brain like i spend my time in a gym
All the pain, is just hanging now
My mind a grenade, my thoughts explode when the pen is out
sh**, and now the pen is out
[Verse 1]
Living in a dream, gotta get mine
I just gotta green, and i cannot scheme
But yeah, its a cold world
The dollar and dream tour in Toronto, oh boy
I was waiting in this line with thousands, didn't get in
My brother, got to go, but i can't front tho i was jealous
I wonder if i said Cole, KDot, Drake are my top five
Would you think that i lied?
Pac is the king, but i don't say that just cuz Pac died
I guess tho everything happens for a reason
I know its insignificant to those that are hearing
This is was the Summer, Cole world switched the season
Caught the feeling of an idol in my presence, and i didn't get to see him
Complain about success, but you ain't even buzzing yet
If hit records are done so easily, how come you haven't done it yet?
[Bridge]
Spend a hundred on them J's, new
C-car running fast, true
And the records that i play, new
I might get tired of the past, true
[Hook x2]
New Legends, New legends
Nobody care about your lil' ole' records
New Legends, New legends
How many times can i play them old records
[Verse 2]
This Art is taken for granted and its sad
Frauds looking for the dollar, disrespecting the craft
Reflecting on my past, CD player, first CD i copped
College drop-out, that's what got me to rap
So when i drop these verses for certain they are hot
Id rather you hate me for what i am
Then to love me for the person that I'm not
Look at the game, like how f** am i here, when he's buzzing
Can't chase dreams, I'm afraid of sleeps cousins
New rappers k**ing the game, deserving recognition
Reminiscing on the greats, you'll miss the newer cla**ic records
Is legendary status given when your great, or given when your dead
Is ya'll afraid to say that somebody news possibly the best
How the hell can you criticize, the stories through the pen
So quick to hate, and call it boring for you begin, and then
Years later, you rewind and give it something like a ten
Yeah, this is the new era
New records, new legends
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3]
They wanna see a legend, fourth quarter grind
So i gotta throw on a show, if i hope for dimes
They already seen sk**, gotta show them mine
I can't mess up, i gotta explode with rhymes
From my golden mind, I'm so close to shine
Verbal bullets to ya dome, as i load a nine
Im so focused I'm, in my moment i
Gotta showcase all the flow with the dopest rhymes
Am i looking for respect or all the light
Cuz i put everything i got into all i write
And The day this drops, yo its on tonight
Im show them my uniqueness on the mic
[Outro]
Playing this game.. with no buzz
Would you succeed in what you hate, or fail what you love?
New Legends