Kevin Peterson - Hurt lyrics
It feels like just yesterday I would roll up to the school, meet up with friends and then dap Thinking that me and them cool, I was a fool, they would stab me in the back Saying that I was a tool, it would just fuel me I'd head home and get on a track While they would just sit there and drool, I found the tools that I needed make it in rap That sh** made my circle compact, I would just move on I promise I'd never react I'm trying to make me a million and I'm gonna get it by next year it's simply a fact The number may not be exact, but in that vicinity cuz I attack And eat up the beat, man in ever get week I been up like a week I don't think I know how to relax I'm up and am tryna make moves, I never lose, I got way too much to prove I need me a crib with a view, and some for my crew, I got way too much to do To ever be focused on you, anyone hating is outta my tune, the moment I came out I knew from the womb That they would be burying me in a tomb I ain't ever had a plan b no way Always knew I'd live my life my own way I ain't ever working for a low wage Dawg I plan to go and take this sh** the whole way Coming back to laugh in everyone's face Flexing on em all the money that I'd make Pa**ing up on every single hand shake When they ask me why this is all I'll say muthaf**a Hook: DID IT HURT? seeing me winning you act like you love it but secretly hate it Did it burn? right from the beginning you said that I wouldn't but I'm outta make it Do ya stomach turn? knowing you coulda been part of it but now you stuck in the matrix sh** ain't you at your worst? grinding a 9 to 5 not doing sh** man you no one and faceless You mad I got the perks? blowing up quickly I'm boutta be young rich and famous You mad your dreams are murked? stuck in the cycle you won't make out living basic I put my vision first! from sun up to sun down I'm working until I'm the greatest You living tasteless, I had the patience, I said I'ma make it I'm backing the statements. yeah.. It feels like just yesterday I would roll up to my cla**, teachers would be on my a** My peers couldn't get off my dick, I was so sick of it, people would always hara** But nowadays everyone quit, they turn around yo what up dawg and they go in for dap All that is a bottomless pit, so I learned to quit with the fake and not fall in the trap, yuh I would just grind and use it for motivation all the time I knew they'd end up as basic their life they would hate it just working a 9 to a five I'll never do that I'm way too alive, ya'll can pursue that I'd rather go strive And take over the world until everything's mine, I'm taking everything they try to deny I'm all your favorite rappers combined, they couldn't last a day up in my mind You got a problem with me get in line, write it down homie on top of the line I'll wipe my a** with it when I find the time, but I don't have time for the people who whine So I'd say to throw it away and that's fine, and maybe man up and stop being feline I'm up tryna get paid I'm tryna be the rapper of the decade I gave my dues and the debts paid Now hoes tryna kick it like a sense I'd rather get rent paid, ignoring them all they're just stupid distractions I'd rather go get it I'm taking the action, now when I'm back home they all hit me what happened Respond em a text with all this in a caption I say Hook: DID IT HURT? seeing me you winning you act like you love it but secretly hate it Did it burn? right from the beginning you said that I wouldn't but I'm boutta make it Do ya stomach turn? knowing you coulda been part of it but now you stuck in the matrix sh** ain't you at your worst? grinding a 9 to 5 not doing sh** man you know one and faceless You mad i got the perks? blowing up quickly I'm boutta be young rich and famous You mad your dreams are murked? stuck in the cycle you won't make out living basic I put my vision first! from sun up to sun down I'm working until I'm the greatest You living tasteless, i had the patience, i said I'ma make it I'm backing the statements. yeah..