JR BEATZ - Battle For Success Prod by JR Beats lyrics

Intro A little message to all of those who discredit/ I'm the sh** at what I do and I don't need you to accept it/ Ticking time bomb flow, once I blow up they'll regret it/ Yo JR, I think we got em on this record Hook Living young wild and reckless on my road to imperfection/ Give em line after line and it's nothing less than impressive/ Switch it up to keep em guessin', definition of an artist/ Somethin' new and somethin' different's been my motto since I started/ With my city on my back, hopin' it don't leave no scaring/ If it does guess I'll I chalk it up to remnants of the war/ On this battle for success that I'm clearly headed towards/ That I'm clearly headed towards (yea) Verse 1 Straight out Tally settin' standards, a real game changer/ Got heads noddin' from hippie n***as to gang bangers/ And he's far from a stranger when it comes to guns held/ Ain't talkin' R&B, but I know a n***a with 1-12/ And if we got a problem, then he's quick to let it bang/ Notes to get my hands dirty, ain't need to leave a stain/ If your shootin' for the stars keep it steady with ya aim/ Em said we only get one, shame to let it go in vain/ Money can buy it all, but trust it cannot obtain/ Couldn't buy love either, but I feel their one in the same/ For a man with soo much to loose, in the theirs soo much to gain/ And when your this concrete, ain't a problem paving your lane/ Just keep a steady foundation, strong enough to sustain/ Some of the impending problems that come with this music game/ And I wish you the best of luck, this sh** get slow and insane/ Tell ya this though, one thing about me that'll never change/ Im living - (Hook) Verse 2 Got a bar for every star up in ya solar/ I told em stop sleepin', but that only get you soo far/ They looking for a reason and I plan on providing that/ Somethin' to look up to like those big screens at the I-Max, I AM THAT/ Flow wrinkle free, so there ain't a need to iron that/ In this lab perfecting my craft my nigs' where I am at/ Told me to knock em dead, so I hit the booth and lie em flat/ That's why you hear a flat line in the back/ And they call what I do amazing/ Standing behind these bars, so metaphorically I'm caged in, n***a this no façade/ Especially since I don't write, it's like my pens on strike/ For these lyrics a n***a mentals' the only needed utensil/ So f** a pad and a pencil, I save that for them other guys/ And I rap like me, so don't compare to those other guys/ Unless it's one of the best then I guess I'll accept otherwise, sh** I guess I'll accept otherwise, I'm livin/ (Hook)