Kevin (SA) - A For Effort lyrics

Verse 1 Prolly the only 16-year-old who's awake at this time It's 00h50 in the morning and I'm starting my rhymes Maybe I'm high Or maybe I just fail to see right If you thinking I'm crazy than you should pay me no mind It cost me nothing Your hating ain't no f**ing disruption My mind is running My blood boiling, f** it it's rushing I'm taking too much sh** in f**ing with this rap sh** n***a, ain't no quickie Taking my time to do this sh** s little f**ing different And plus I'm thinking, “Will I make it n***a, will I get it?” Prepping my future Any chance I get, ain't letting slipping Don't let them fool you, making sure your boat ain't f**ing sinking They call you “Loser” through your whole life you've been never winning Your Paps a boozer, so you heard cause you ain't never seen him You're sinning Ain't no other way out of this house hold You're day-dreaming Bout the day you don't call yourself broke The lights low Kind of calling your house home And so The streets welcome you with open arm Hoping that one day that your record gets to top the charts But before you do that you just plan to garb the hearts Of every lil boy in your hood who's right now pushing bars You play your part Expanding the art Ain't never warming up the bench, been there from the start But I'm, but I'm, but I'm so appalled I'm waiting, I'm sweating, on my rap rewards Verse 2 Sometimes I'm getting tired of this rap sh** Less money coming in than the effort that I put in The dreaming of finer things Is finally catching up to me and man I'm out of road And truth be told I could use a lighter load A brighter soul An account that's got some much more woes But all we younger n***as crave is a lot of who*es A lot of clothes Lot more diamonds and of cause some gold Forgetting, about the more important things in life We dislike, how these n***as lives turned out to be And we discuss how we'd really like the sh** to be So different So a n***a goes and grabs a pen I know we had a poor start at our f**ing beginning But damn it Who said we can't go off with richer endings? The white man ain't got no f**ing say to what my plans is The black man wasting his bullets trynna get them at me And like it was said before I'll f**ing say it again The darkest hour always come prior the light of day Throughout the years shed tears with many pears Complaining how the minority's luck is always shared And how the higher cla** keep all the nice sh** to themselves And yes, sometimes the “A” for effort turns to a f**ing F Cause what you put in n***a ain't really what you gone get Don't me hate cause you‘re thinking I'm so negative Rather applaud me for saying sh** that's so relevant