Lomo - Chasin' lyrics

** Hook ** My Heart's fire grows as my desire rises higher Past raps have inspired me prior to my start to wire My entire body to my pen, hoping to acquire Greatness, like everyone I admire, so I require Only the best f**ing rhymes so I can impress all the time So I can't invest my grind on anything except my rhymes I have been picked on, sh** on, cause I couldn't depict braun Then these rappers script spawned an angry kid who afflicts strong Cause rap f**in' spoke to me, this pad, my angers encrypt on The bullies fueled me to hit bongs I have gotten ripped on So many times that is how I have been dealing with pain Getting high, cause when I'm not, I am feeling insane Ah! So when I start to rap, my pen takes in all this emotion To make not a simple notion, I have way more devotion So don't think I'm jokin' with any words I have spoken ** Hook ** I'm Chasin' my destiny by makin' a recipe To put the fakin' celebrities back on seventy Street, replacin' the exstasy feeling, tasting jealousy I'm achin' mentally, pacin' steadily, steakin' zealousy Takin' lots of risks but no one takin' the best of me My pen hits the pad and only ambition towards my mission Is given, no more wishin' for kids to listen to my vision My volition is gettin' to the top, I don't need permission f** anyone who's addition to my career is attrition No competition can reposition my proposition To keep grindin' never mindin' nothin', until I'm findin' Lights shinin' so bright it's blindin' as I'm singin' and rhymin' With perfect timin' no more fear about my income state No more feeling in a cage cause of minimum wage No more livin' sh**ty, gettin' pissy when given pity Cause I'll be spittin' pretty, but pretendin' is smitten, really ** Hook ** I hear the beat in my brain and just go f**in' insane Writin' night and day and not seein' gain, can I attain Any sort of reign in this rap game? There's d** in my vein I can't deal with the pain, I pour my heart out and it goes down the drain I've had enough of this bullsh**, puttin' a gun to my head Will this led be able to dead the sh** my consious has said? Go to my bed, lay down, get up again, but I can't embed Any peace in my mind, is my dream tearing me from inside? I spend all my time on my grind but still feel five strides behind I can't take this sh** no more, like I'm f**in' constipated I'm a get up and start facin' any f**er who hated Or made me agitated, and start makin' rhymes created To get payback on them, so f** the riches, f** the b**hes They vicious to the ambitious part of me, they only missin' Never hittin' when they make hopeless tries to take my focus But I can't be broken, so 'til I'm noticed, I'm makin' opus