L.David - Writing Rhymes To Survive lyrics

Writing Rhymes To Survive (Hook) Writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n***a live Life's a b**h I wonder why, like why couldn't my life be a wife? But ain't it funny how I'm living; if hell is under heaven what we live in? I ain't tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living (Verse 1) Disrespectful, neglectful Dreadful but same time special That's the teacher's comments that left momma stressful But never knew how many times my mind was left wrecked full I'm in a pedestal fighting for positions Stuck on this notepad tryna make a living I'm surrounded by n***as that truly feel like blood brothers It got to the point where we call each other mothers our mothers I got a rich mind, my pockets broke I ain't hiding anything, I ain't in cloak Tryna find another way, other than dope Can't wait till I tell mom,”ma we gonna float” Sometimes I feel like ties with my dad forever broke But lately we've been having conversation no one chokes No more arguing and fighting for the little reasons Actually relating joking how he switched girls every season, teasing Damn I f**ed up Ever since my momma caught me, tough luck When I snuck out and got caught lying I hurt her feelings And now I'm politicking always asking for forgiveness Sometimes I feel like, she just gave up on me Gave me everything I need, and said “Don't f** up for me” And I look into my momma eyes while I tear up And I asked her just to believe in me (Mommas voice) "I believe in you papi" (Interlude) My intentions was not to hurt you Sometimes when I hug you I wish I can burst you But I'll lose my mom if I really do that If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here (true that) I really appreciate the lord for a perfect mom I just wish I was the perfect child to make her smile Instead of dropping tears in her pile Proud to say that I, I'm a mommas child (Verse 2) Creations from a mind that never had seemed vacant Mama caught up in drama I'm waiting for all my payments Ventilation from the heart tired of holding the constipation Flowing like water was never close with the punctuation Got good grades in school dawg I feel amazing Patience is the key to achieve all the greatness (Yeah, that's what they all say) but I say that's that bullsh** Cause if you wait a long time and nothing comes time is wasted So I chase it while I never move backwards I'm in the pa**enger guiding myself to pa** masters And to the people supporting, you supporting a ba*tard Was expected to drop a mixtape instead I helped create Caspers Marcos told me that the last sh** I dropped, was back in August I went on Sound cloud it was 22nd of August My views was going up like temperature in the August And ever since August seems like people forgot who the boss is So I'm counting losses in my black hoodie The same black hoodie that I duck in when 12 looking Most people don't know about my life and that's for certain Even all my closest friends don't know and I keep them searching For my dark past, the darkest past Blackest tools, escaping whites, red and blue flash I'm writing poems slowly just tryna explain the past So while I try reach you please make your speakers blast Earv (Hook) Writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n***a live Life's a b**h I wonder why, like why couldn't my life be a wife? But ain't it funny how I'm living; if hell is under heaven what we live in? I ain't tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living (Verse 3) I'm still Rollin through the village feeling like a villain I never had a thought on rappers till y'all said he k**ing I feel like peeling some wigs back when you say I'm tripping And when you ask if I still rap it hurt my feeling I hate the normal practices where we boost adrenaline A gentleman with bigger plans tryna bless the sinning men Get benefits from the pen and pad feeling old school Still rapping on Mixcraft don't f** with Protools Cause a poor a** n***a like me can't afford that sh** And a dumb a** n***a like me can't work that sh** I'm laughing cause y'all lyrics pa**ive what you put your craft in? I just write some scenes from my movie I feel like y'all actin Me and my team packing on achieving the dreams Y'all achieve on breeding sheeps that you have on your clouds regimes Uh we addicted like nicotine to the win feeling We fiends to cash making, we C.R.E.A.M children (Hook) Writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n***a live Life's a b**h I wonder why, like why couldn't my life be a wife? But ain't it funny how I'm living; if hell is under heaven what we live in? I ain't tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living