Breakaway Beats - 2AM in Boston lyrics

[Intro] (Radio Boston Skit) Bravo! f** the talking, let's get into it [Verse] Yo, they won't show me respect I guess that I gotta take it This rap sh** is a mess, well f** it then I'm the maid then I didn't want to address it but I feel obligated I'm presidential, I'm Ronald Reagan You'll never see me tapping out Tapping your foot, you're in for a lot of waiting Look at all propaganda being propagated I put my heart in these bars and I should be compensated I mean it's really not that complicated I mean I really thought when From the Top dropped, it would be different Been screwed so many times, still I got so many missing Man, I worked on that f**ing album for two years I thought that what I was saying would perk up a few ears And yeah, a few peers reached out and said it was dope It's just a matter of time, I'm hanging onto my hope I just gotta climb but they keep cutting my rope I just gotta climb but they keep increasing the slope If they won't give me respect I guess I gotta take it I been too real with this sh** I guess that I gotta fake it I'm too sick when I spit and I've had a lot of patience So f** what the doctor saying, I'm rapping and dominating I've been manipulated and taken advantage of But I'm putting foot down and I'm standing up Running this sh** for a minute, I ain't even cramping up We aiming for the luxuries nobody ever handed us Y'all started a war, I had to end that sh** They set the bar and I just benched that sh** I said that I was coming like I'm f**ing and I meant that sh** I'm sorry for the aggression, I had to vent that sh** I just got back from chilling with my baby girl If I was single then there'd probably be like 80 girls I'm talking over possessive those f**ing crazy girls Anything to separate me from this crazy world But you don't wanna hear the truth, do you? You don't want me letting loose in this booth, do you? What's a pitbull to a few poodles? Stick a pin in your opinion like I do voodoo What do you want from me? What the f** do you want from me? Never asked for a penny, this sh** was all for free Been given you all of me since I started So pardon If I'm displeased when y'all got nothing to offer me You want flows? Well I got them, why you surprised? Been popping since twenty '09 Y'all been watching me from the sideline My whole posse man, we on the rise Ain't no stopping us, we on that grind From the bottom, heading straight for the skies This is Gotham, all Jokers aside Don't want problems, better keep it inside So unconscious, I really don't mind The adoption, these children are mine So I Pops em, get them all in line And I watch them grow up in time Then I pop them and watch them die You can't steal my style motherf**ers, this sh** is mine But they won't give me respect so I guess I gotta take it Please excuse me I been through with being modest lately Sacrileg, I been questioning all the Gods you praising But it's funny cause y'all the ones need a lot of saving Sometimes I think about hell with my emotions brewing I think that I'm doing well cause I been going through it I seen a lot of rappers fail how they approaching music They just show and tell while I'm f**ing show and proving My mom is scared as hell I'm gonna overdo it I need to turn off my cell cause lately I overuse it Looking at other rappers and asking if they'll make something new the people need And they're like “sh** I was hoping you would” Y'all started a war I'm just here to finish it My words are icebergs, this is the tip of it Y'all don't wanna see what I do with a little competition sh** Or what I been cooking up in the kitchen with I'm hearing chirps from the birds, I don't even tweet about it I know they want the attention so I don't speak about it "Danny, you gotta drop a hit on they a**es" Yo, f** a hit, man I got cla**ics I said f** a Hitman, I got cla**ics I'm here for what's mine dawg and I'm not asking Been thrown a couple obstacles but I got past it So when I say that I'm the best, I'm not bragging Still I'm underground like corpses or Earth's core is More bars, f** a chorus Y'all know what's in store for sure when I pour sweat from my pores, sh** I paint a perfect picture, no portrait I won't be satisfied til I'm top 40 on Forbes' list Riding in Porsches to my fortress With paparazzi all on my dick, sharing my foreskin And a model that's foreign getting kicked out in the morning I tried to give a f** but I ain't got none left The only time I gave a f** is when she got undressed And honestly I gotta get this off my chest Like a broad that's removing bras off they breasts Cause living in the underground is really overrated Do you understand being underappreciated? Imagine seeing the sun but still being trapped in the basement Like you got one shot but there ain't nothing to chase with Shout out to Dee Harry, shout out to Beck$y and Frankie Beckerman, Jakey, everything gravy, everything wavy Whatever it take me, I'll take a bullet for ya And if my finger's on the trigger I would pull it for ya (gunshot) Certainly, f** you to everyone trying to curtain me I'm f**ing with their head like a botched lobotomy surgery Not as hot as me verbally, not as high me vertically Rock bottom was hurting me, now I'm higher than Urkel's jeans Still studying my craft so I won't fail I'm so ahead of my time I'm the iPhone 12 I'm so ahead of my time I'm playing PS9 In my private spaceship, so we just fine Do you know what one foot in the door feels like? Or how much work I put in towards this life? This is what chores feel like But you know you spit the truth when there's no difference between your raps and your real life But they won't give me respect so I guess i gotta take it, yeah But they won't give me respect so I guess i gotta take it f** it Bravo!