Bobby Button - Can I? lyrics

(Chorus One) Can I? Make a million off a rap tune Make a million off a rap tune! Cole world, going crazy in the cla**roooooom Had to make it out the vacuum (Verse One) Uh, it was me or someone else Hate the concept of money, but love the concept of wealth Always thought it was funny but learned to laugh at myself And that's the problem with ego, we roll with the hand were dealt.. Aw yeah, god dam! Too busy talking to God, amen What's the point of saying prayers, people he don't answer.. Couldn't care what you eat, but stressing about cancer I don't know, I understand it's my own decision And everything I've ever thought will be brought to fruition That's all the way from who I love, to the spot that I'm living All I've ever wanted was a shot so I bought the syringes I get it, humans are prone to defeat That's from the second that we stand up alone on our feet And then religion can come and hold your hope and belief But where's your vision all I notice is ghosts on the street The rich think that we're broke and in peace Society, that's as a whole is broken in pieces In dire need of making change, like Kelly and Regis Entire families can crumble they in debt to the Visas Sunsets and EDM on a beach in Ibiza And these are men that young children consider their leaders Damn, it's so sad man I hate the system.. The second someone want to question they so quick dismiss him And then he missing, MIA, and they AWOL Sailing away on pills, prescription meds that are fatal So totalitarian it's reminiscent of Adolf But on a subtle level you never notice 'til they fall (Bridge) I'm getting carried away.. All caught up in the hatred that I'm feeling today Always caught up in my thought, they can ruin a day Nothing new I'm getting used to always feeling this way.. The way I.. Live, love, laugh, smile, cry Sing, jump, dance, while, die Never get it twisted, man I'm glad to be alive Grab the pen and the paper should never keep it inside (Chorus Two) Can I? Make a million off a rap tune Can I? Make a million off a rap tune Spit a verse on BET up in the backroom, Giving all the viewers pins and needles like a tattoo (Verse Two) Underrated, celebrated my fears Motivated by weakness and not afraid of some tears Life has been so monotonous another cog in the gears, since everything been the same, ain't celebrated in years Now it's time, I'm happy to be alive Second coming with music before I'd knew I had died Every morning I woke up I knew I'd grew up inside So moments that we would blow up or lose I take 'em in stride Preparation essential, you can't escape your potential Been writing, rapping in secret while keeping it presidential And education's essential, the system is detrimental That's part of the reason quitting was easy, not sentimental And I know, I've quantified all the risk I wanna sign up again like my mind is playing a trick I hate it, I hate it, hate it The poison is seepin' through And it might influence my brain But my veins are pumpin' that truth So can I? Make a million off a rap tune? Wake up early in the morning with a mad view? Sun rising through the buildings in my city and knowing that this release is only just the beginning and we gone..