AWKWORD - Rap Journals lyrics

[Verse 1: Tenacity] Rap Journals, every verse is another entry Turn the beat on and the slate is empty Many people envy, the ability to do it simply But when I k** a beat I'm doing just me And when I feel the beat I do it quickly My life is on the track so you can miss me With all that phony crap you write to just be Selling records with your friends, writing fiction with your pen Instead of doing you to get the party people listening Ever since, I was just a snotty kid in Michigan I've been inventing different rhythms to get the grins From fans checking out my story that I spit to them It's for the homies, not for the glory of fitting in Every song is a page of my diary Some are filled with hate rage and anxiety And other problems I have seen High school girls that are dieting, so they can be accepted by the drama queens I'm a battle cat who's turned ma** attractor Making heads turn, and I've only rapped half a chapter The kind of star that NASA's after Using rhyme books to do the math and capture the answer to why my tracks'll smash yours That battle sh** is in my past, I'm dapper I'm much too cla**y to pay attention to average rappers You can peep my catalog and peep a cat that's had a long Streak of being real in the land of actors [Hook: Tenacity] Rap Journals, this is my life You listen, I sit and just write My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me That's how rap journals is s'posed to be Rap Journals, this is my life You listen, I sit and just write My poetry, will have you and your homies really knowing me These rap journals are exposing me [Verse 2: AWKWORD] This is my life, you relate when I tell raps Scribbled on a pad, or touched on the cell app It all comes together when I step in the booth But zoning to the beat, that's my moment of truth Lay it on the table, wounded heart off the sleeve After every single song I feel like parts you can leave You listen, I sit and write, tryna bring light Cause there's darkness in our dreams and it's worse in real life. Ugh I opened up, now all see me For some people talk is cheap, for me it's the tea leaf More than Rap Journals, this is future history Yes men and ex-friends, all of 'em can miss me All I try to do is do good, turns out risky Still I won't let her down, momma still with me All lost loved ones, bets and matches I'm recording this age, before the Internet crashes [Hook]