NYC - Breaking Point lyrics

(I can't do this anymore) Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Look Too many missed cla**es Too many missed calls Too many late nights Too many with-drawls Under pressure, time waits for no man Even though I flow colder than a snowman Nothing gets a girl hotter than a slow-jam Take it from a kid in touch with his grown man No plan for now, used to have it mapped out The life that I live is the life I rap about Maybe I'm dreaming Maybe I'm fine Maybe I just write it down cause I got it on my mind, man It's not a biography, it's a rhyme Reality or thoughts, either way this sh**'s mine Listen to my flow, get into my mind Can you feel the urgency, I'm running out of time (Let's go, let's go, we gotta go, hurry up) I gotta blow up Quickly, Baby it's me I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but I hope you don't miss me Like I've been missing you And I've been meaning to call They said I'd get the money, I ain't seen it at all What am I doing, what type of career am I pursuing You see the cats winning, you don't see the ones losing See my team working, don't see my team snoozing Foot on my pedal till I know my crew's in I'm all stressed, feel like I'm the best But I gotta lot of weight that I gotta get off of my chest Got a brain for straight 'A's Hate the grey days I'm late for vaca', I got no patience I've been in the basement too long Mom called, told me I said a bad word in my new song I hate that sh** I wanna make her proud But everything I like is everything I'm not allowed Find a line, try to walk it Find the right words, try to talk it Not good enough, I'm off it Feel like I'm a target, turn that sh** around k** a critique with a 16, try to put me down I'm a good book, got a good girl, she a good look Hard to make a good song work without a good hook, these days It's late, but I'm on at night, like PJ's They k** for this like free-jays (Let's go, let's go, we gotta go, hurry up) Yeah, uh Get a job, Pat What'cha getting that degree for? Why you go from a four-oh to a three-four? Take them headphones off, put the phone down Pull your pants up, don't you know you're grown now? So what, you're saying the good days are done? Odds might be against me, but I might be the one Bet it, and write the date down when I said it Don't you forget it Flow so unique, rare like red meat I k** rhymes and create haters so give me credit for these dead beats It's on like that, night time got me gone like that Take your queen with a pawn, like that It's no problem, smarter than these little bitty idiots Get the bread diviate, give it to my affiliates Easy, right? But they wanna take the kid down All I hear is b**hes, I leave the lid down