My should go another chip

Yeah, yeah

Verse 1:

How else can I say it I think the feelings faded

I wouldn't go so far as hate it maybe that's debated

I Illustrated pages containing ways for my exit

Still complain on my section, vexing 'less you're ambidextrous

Cause half the fans abandon the man, unless I'm rappin speedy...

The rest of em gone like a pendulum 'til I be bringing the singing like tweety

And I done did like every genre swearing someone crying

I could drop a clean album ain't even fucking trying

So fuck it Ima move to Dallas and purchase a palace

Trade in these raps and talents for the hats measured in gallons

I can handle all the work I'm versed in being callused

I'm just bridging balance between rap and being Alex

It's kinda getting old

I said it a minute ago

From everything I know

Believe me I'm needing to leave it alone

It isn't up to me, my vision rocks a different boulder

It isn't over, listen to the chip up on my shoulder. Yeah

Hook:

I been waiting longer for my way up

Had to go and give myself a pay cut

Carry too much weight, itll make you trip

No no no, my shoulder got another chip

And No I ain't tryna go out

You it putting too stress on me slow down

You wanna give it in when you take a hit

No no no, my shoulder got another chip

Verse 2:

I don't care

Im ready to go

We knead the better dough to rise and ride we ready to roll

'Time to grind' from all the insta mimes, it never slows

Why don't they show the road to grow instead of the prize they don't even own, ugh

Too many fakers making names and never suffer pain

Another stain that make me hate this motherfuckin age

Tricking kids into quitting too quick when nothing came

They fucking up the game I'm hoping they go up in flames

I know thats borderline hater shit but I'm far from it

I represent percents of gents that got a large stomach

Safe to say I'm frustrated and that's an understatement

They sing you song and string you along y'all really are puppets

God dammit y'all standing there life is coming at you

I wait for you to make ya moves ya do it like a statue

I went from ripper to spitter and now I'm back to bitter

It isn't even need or want, now I fucking have to, yeah

Hook:

I been waiting longer for my way up

Had to go and give myself a pay cut

Carry too much weight, itll make you trip

No no no, my shoulder got another chip

And No I ain't tryna go out

You it putting too stress on me slow down

You wanna give it in when you take a hit

No no no, my shoulder got another chip

Verse 3:

Life will never be fair untill you prepare

And even then you'll be scared of facing despair

So why you up at night, doing nothing fucking right

And see another nice ride and think that must be nice

Yo fuck that mentality's just a common fallacy

It's all the same the way they keep ya dreaming out of reach

They in a mental hole, little dome, Eskimo

Upset they cannot get the dough and never set a goal

You have like no idea how many I've had to deal with

There is no madder feelin but I'm glad I had to feel it

They got me back up healing and faster to mass appealin

I cannot quit the craft cause they'll be laughing chatting squealin

Oh I forgot this my single shot like a harpoon

But half the rapper in me laugh like this a cartoon

I guess I have to stay, no way that I'll depart soon

I'll be back up on my cocky shit for Chip part two, boom

Hook:

I been waiting longer for my way up

Had to go and give myself a pay cut

Carry too much weight, itll make you trip

No no no, my shoulder got another chip

And No I ain't tryna go out

You it putting too stress on me slow down

You wanna give it in when you take a hit

No no no, my shoulder got another chip