Azad Right - Alone lyrics

[Verse 1] It's so odd, I can't get a job, I can't get a call Maxed out credit cards, over draft on my debit card Damn, man, what to do? Mom keep saying that it's up to you She's the reason I was stuck in school Now I feel like a f**in' fool Cause what I wanna do don't need a degree What I wanna do comes easy to me But it's so hard to get paid for this sh** I love knowing that I'm never safe in this b**h On my toes, I'm chasing the hits And it makes my day when they say that I'm sick So don't do me no favors, hater Fuel my fire 'til I make it major I know that my time gon' come AnR's say I gotta find that one Song, that'll blow me up But I've heard that so much, I've gone numb You can't spit a flow if I wrote you that sh** So gimme my dough like you owe me that sh** And why you keep tellin' me to lose my producers These dudes make the music I move to Look, how you gon' say that we're not on fire? How you gon' say I'm not an iLL songwriter? They write hits, I write emotions You don't like this, better get to rollin' Stop tryn' Lupe me I'll tell you right now that it's too late b And please don't bring up any other rapper I'll tell you once more these dudes ain't me, AZ [Hook] After everything That I've done They don't see I'm still alone I'm out here tryin' to make a livin' Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter A part of me Wants to let it go But can't you see It's all I know I'm out here tryin' to make a livin' Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter [Verse 2] Sometimes I don't wanna kick raps Sometimes I wanna kick back With my feet up, lay back and chill In the way back of the maybach for real Wishing, I'm dreaming for a reason I've convinced myself that if I keep believin' then eventually I'll be it But who got my back? I know I do I keep telling myself they gon' find you Lifes a b**h, I'm Nas in 92 Street poet but I ain't Crip or Piru Don't think that I'm soft dog The sh** that I say from my heart dog I'm on one, but I'm off ya'll And they say every rappers a lost cause, so Let me get straight to it I just make music It appeals to all colors and genres So, I guess you can call it Obama Still, when I'm rappin' I happen to see Even my family ain't happy for me I'm mad at my friends, the ones who said that they had my back 'til the end But they don't pick up my calls Convenient homies, I don't even need you phonies Ok then, get lost You're b**hmade, I'm pissed off Cause I give and you take 'Til I ain't got sh** left to take So I think, that you fake And I ain't got sh** left to say [Hook]