[Verse 1]
And I'm about nothing
I just started to rap so I could count something
All of the views on my Youtube
Likes on my Facebook
Cash, selling tickets, these shows oughta be live
These wannabe guys got me, motley crews stop me
co*ky dudes watch me
Ain't no Versace in these raps
Mac 10 gun metal sungla**es
Back then was back then now son, pa** it
I've seen things like I've done acid
Even if I'm up last I finish strong then run laps
I've done pa**ed that, these kids want music
To bruise their lungs and cruise to
Abused young minds I used to want to spite
Despite growing up around all the same sh**
My life can get confusing
I'm a fusion, of a kid that wants to rap
And one that wants to dress nice and live that no stress life
[Hook]
Don't count on me
The whole world fell down on me
I'm doubting myself
Cheers to this game, man, at least he played it
And any thoughts would be appreciated
[Verse 2]
So when you can't afford recording
Cause all of these other things need your attention
And they're still important
Don't say I didn't tell ya
Am I the criminal? For wanting to take my girl
Somewhere nice to eat, and lately
There's a lot of other sh** I'd rather do
Than lay it down in the booth and that's the truth
I'm a true MC
And with all of the odds against me
I turned it back on you wack ba*tard
I mastered the snake eyes the same god
That forgot his words
On the last verse of his performance
-----enormous mistakes ---
I've learned that you can't perform the same five songs
At every show, and expect your fans to keep buying tickets
Skin and Bones says I'm almost out of time
And I believe him, can't conceive of when I'm
Leaving this game, I dream of being famous easily
But not for those same cliché reasons
I want it cause I'm different and
If you listen you know that
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
You can listen to all of these other cats
And even if they wack, they spit it how they see it
And if it's from the heart, that sh** gives me chills
Rest in peace to Bill Sams
When your hands stop moving who'd of thought
You'd lose your life, now you're living on through
The music, this song's personal, probably won't be a hit
Or get on any blogs, but at least I recorded my thoughts
I do it for those, small amounts of downloads
On my Soundcloud, allow myself to speak aloud
Let alone record it, the end