Verse 1:
I feel like I'm doing
This for no reason
That I'm writing lyrics
Down but no one will
See them
"Your songs are great"
I don't believe em'
Saying my songs are
A gem
I do not conceive them
Not the right word?
I don't care...
I just do my job
But my future bright
Just like a glare
But all they can do
Is stare, you need something?
Catch me in the lab bumping
That that bish is jumping
But I just chill in the back
Thinking "my bars are wack"
Ain't that somethin?
But yet I'm still on the track
Cause I don't think I'll make
It but I gotta try
Gotta say goodbye
To my childhood
Gotta make sure my
Mind is good
Your bars are weaker
Than balsa wood
That's not my fault
That no one understood
A word you say, it's not that
You could make better lyrics
It's that you need to take career
Risks to get anywhere in life
No need for the hysteric
It's like listening but you can't hear
It, i have the same lyricism as Shakespeare and this year I'm in here, and I'm making
Things this clear for people like you
Who's end is near, yeah I'm saying G
But that's a new degree of quotin
I'm in this game and I'm floatin
While other guys just approachin
I'm up here and I'm boastin
I'm out here just rollin
Yeah I'm just coastin
I be living that dream
Yeah life ain't what it seem
I'm just chillin with my team
And we boutta scheme
Yeah wing he the realist
And ryd he the trillest
My lyricism the illest
But that's it
It's been real
But now how
Do you feel