[Verse 1] Let me tell who I am as a man I'm a man who grinds hard so I don't understand How a lot of people make it when they're really sayin' nothin' A lot of people faking like a hollywood production A lot people biting' till they chip a bicuspid But I ain't gon' change it up, I'm like "f** it" If that's what it takes to make it I'll be happy layin' tapes in a basement where we actually say sh** It hurts a little bit and it bruise my ego To see chances given to a untalented people If my end is being fake and they copy like kinko's Then I'll just stay out here and watch through the peephole My mama taught me better than to put up a front And my pops taught me to never go out like a punk So I'mma keep on grindin', survivin' and writin' lines To the drums while the instruments are cryin' like [Hook x2] I'm fully aware That I might never make it but I don't really care I ain't got a bone in my body that's tellin' me "stop" When this hip-hop it's all that I got Man it's all that I got [Verse 2] I was raised to love music for the talent involved Watchin' pops sing a song, while he strung the guitar It was embeded in my soul like a permament scar Making music is nothing if it don't tell who you are There's good times, bad times, love songs, sad rhymes All of it can happen within a span of a lifetime And I don't wanna exclude any emotion But me doing me, makes making it hopeless I refuse to conform to a market of a artist I just do what I do, and market it the hardest I can Within my financial condition And just pray that somebody will listen (it's the mission) I've done good so far and made some fans Made some connects and watch them slip through my hands So I keep on gridin', survivin' and writin' lines To the drums while the instruments are cryin' like [Hook x2]