Fayez - New Legends lyrics

[Intro] Writing down these compositions Looking up to idols, till they turn to competition Listen to this story, can u hear it man? You prolly say this sh** is boring, till i get the fame So what's the chances that i got, I'm tryna beat the odds Better than these rappers, now I'm tryna beat the Gods We try to become something out of nothing while alive In reality we nothing, only something when we die Looking up to stars, not at night, but this is day Ya'll can picture the jealousy, Ya'll can picture the hate When they don't see your visions, or capture pictures you paint To criticize is easy, but its harder to create Even harder to be great When they in positions that you wanna be in Lift the weight, from my brain like i spend my time in a gym All the pain, is just hanging now My mind a grenade, my thoughts explode when the pen is out sh**, and now the pen is out [Verse 1] Living in a dream, gotta get mine I just gotta green, and i cannot scheme But yeah, its a cold world The dollar and dream tour in Toronto, oh boy I was waiting in this line with thousands, didn't get in My brother, got to go, but i can't front tho i was jealous I wonder if i said Cole, KDot, Drake are my top five Would you think that i lied? Pac is the king, but i don't say that just cuz Pac died I guess tho everything happens for a reason I know its insignificant to those that are hearing This is was the Summer, Cole world switched the season Caught the feeling of an idol in my presence, and i didn't get to see him Complain about success, but you ain't even buzzing yet If hit records are done so easily, how come you haven't done it yet? [Bridge] Spend a hundred on them J's, new C-car running fast, true And the records that i play, new I might get tired of the past, true [Hook x2] New Legends, New legends Nobody care about your lil' ole' records New Legends, New legends How many times can i play them old records [Verse 2] This Art is taken for granted and its sad Frauds looking for the dollar, disrespecting the craft Reflecting on my past, CD player, first CD i copped College drop-out, that's what got me to rap So when i drop these verses for certain they are hot Id rather you hate me for what i am Then to love me for the person that I'm not Look at the game, like how f** am i here, when he's buzzing Can't chase dreams, I'm afraid of sleeps cousins New rappers k**ing the game, deserving recognition Reminiscing on the greats, you'll miss the newer cla**ic records Is legendary status given when your great, or given when your dead Is ya'll afraid to say that somebody news possibly the best How the hell can you criticize, the stories through the pen So quick to hate, and call it boring for you begin, and then Years later, you rewind and give it something like a ten Yeah, this is the new era New records, new legends [Hook x2] [Verse 3] They wanna see a legend, fourth quarter grind So i gotta throw on a show, if i hope for dimes They already seen sk**, gotta show them mine I can't mess up, i gotta explode with rhymes From my golden mind, I'm so close to shine Verbal bullets to ya dome, as i load a nine Im so focused I'm, in my moment i Gotta showcase all the flow with the dopest rhymes Am i looking for respect or all the light Cuz i put everything i got into all i write And The day this drops, yo its on tonight Im show them my uniqueness on the mic [Outro] Playing this game.. with no buzz Would you succeed in what you hate, or fail what you love? New Legends