Elite - I Can't Win lyrics

[Verse 1] Whoever said the gra** was greener on the other side Never tried to lift a piece of their lawn The pressures of the world won't let up, I'm so hungry yet I'm fed up I spent half my life tryna get on I never knew the day would come, when I had about 5 records out Still work a day job, livin at my mom's house Still hoppin' turnstiles, can't catch a taxi Tryin' to sell records every week in front of Phat Beats This can't be the way it is for cats I seen on TV If I said I was a rapper, I don't think you would believe me It's easy to make it seem easy to make it But it's much harder than the eye can see when it's naked You think you can take it, then you needa think again Cause you about to play your hand in a game you can't win, c'mon [Hook] I've gotta find a way (time's runnin out) And there's no time to waste (I won't stop, and I won't quit) But no one... (and no one's gonna get in my way) Can even comprehend (they don't get it) And they won't let me in (and I'm just tryna make noise, but I never get hurt) My back's against the wall But I keep movin... [Verse 2] I can't get a job if I wear my hip-hop clothes Can't get a deal if I use my hip-hop flows Nobody wants to pay me to do all these hip-hop shows Bout time my album dropped, sh** is 5 years old! Now I've been told, "patience, this year you gonna make it" Then December 31st comes I hear the same sh** But I'm so close I can taste it I'm so next that me and success is adjacent But time is wastin, I ain't been getting any younger Can't wait to gain weight, my life is driven by this hunger sh**, I hardly ever sleep yet I'm a slept-on emcee You don't mention 9/11 then you ain't considered deep But I am the epitome of what a real emcee should be No matter how loud you critics speak, you won't get rid of me! It shouldn't be this much of a struggle and hustle, but it is Shouldn't be this much trouble just to get a couple spins Records should be reaching millions, not just a couple friends But the dollar signs and numbers win, welcome to the biz! Yeah [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, I get mad frustrated when I rhyme So I sit and write more rhymes to take out my frustrations A infinite loop, and the sh** isn't cute My lifestyle on the line, less than a minute to shoot I try kickin' the truth to these inquisitive youths But they won't listen to you unless you fit in a group So when I get in the booth, it's like I'm tryna feed my fam Then someone comes along and just spits in the soup On top of that I got these wannabes, eatin' right in front of me! I look 'em in the eye like "that wasn't for you" Now I do what I love, and I love what I do It ain't my hobby, it's my pa**ion, and by now it should be obvious I'm sorry kid, I just HATE dealin with these politics Got less in common with rappers than senators and lobbyists And 99.9% of it is who you know The other .01% is how you flow Even if your love for this is infinite with room to grow A demo and a dream ain't really gonna get you through the door So by the hairs on my chin and every inch of my skin I play again and again until the day that I win, sh** Yeah That's it y'all (word up) I know y'all probably be listenin like "Damn" (what the f**?) "When's this sh** get better?" (Man, I do not know) That means y'all know exactly how I feel (word up) So I did my job (that's how I feel every day) And we gonna keep it like that "My back's against the wall, but I keep movin..." QN5! Peace