[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]