Rant I

Louis Everybody talking to themselves about who spits the best But really they just looking at who has the most to flex They don't get the message they don't even check Yo, they don't even get how really fuckin' complex All this shit is and how it really affects What's going on in their head and how they really feeling inside their chest Then when its released they got the nerve to go and object Like they're the ones who spent a whole year on that fuckin' project This is all that I got, like feet fail me not Haven't been given opportunities like this one a lot Feels like I miss every time I'm out there and shooting my shot Get on the spot and feel like my tongues tied up in a knot Fuck the money and the fame, 'cause I got neither Only have myself to blame, 'cause I'm an underachiever Still sick as a fever, looking as sharp as a cleaver Once I get a bad-bitch you know that I'll never leave her (probably) Let's just say my futures set in stone like I'm the oracle That I'm historical, you'll see my name in editorials Hope I make it out my 20's without attending my memorial You'll be blown away to hear I learned rap from YouTube tutorials My formula, for informing ya Of my vocal utopia, phobias of loneliness And addiction to opiates Associates are praising me so ceremonious Don't just have one banger, yo The hits are steadily copious My goal is really not to get wealth Or have to maneuver in public gatherings with some stealth I just wanna make the most of all these cards I've been dealt You'll probably never see me walking around in a Gucci belt Yeah, I know I started rapping for my mental health 'Cause at the time nobody gave a fuck 'bout how I felt Got a pen put it on paper and it really helped Now I think it's the reason I didn't kill myself So when I say rap saved me I ain't exaggerating And all of you haters can just go on flaming I'ma set my sights higher keep getting better at aiming 'Til I'm amazing and the entire world is mine for the taking And writing raps is all fine and dandy But when a pansy in a mansion mumbles and he gets a Grammy Talking about him sipping lean and how he's always on a Xanny That's a concept that I have a little trouble understanding Why we keep making these stupid people famous? Swear to god all that dramas hella contagious They do something minuscule all of a sudden it's courageous? Maybe even outrageous, it slowly makes us brainless (Louis did you see Kylie's new holiday line?) Bitch, you can suck right on my holiday line Motherfuckers skip the line and start thinking that they're divine Just 'cause something they designed Wasn't shitty as yours or mine So fine, I'm tired of losing my mind 'Cause nothing 'bout the passion only what you will buy No one gives a fuck no matter how hard you try I'm out here working overtime just tryna get by Yet, I still don't got the cash to get a pad to call mine My friends are moving up and I feel like I'm lagging behind The grind, is weighing down on my mind Confined, in these really fuckin' hard times Why won't all my fuckin' stars align? I can't stop having this dream Where I got everything That I've been searching for but it ain't what it seems I'm a mainstream artist supreme with hella self esteem I got a fan base big enough to form my own regime Yet I wake up in a sweat and scream 'Cause I've found that in that dream No one I love could be heard seen They're probably hating me for what I'm paid to be And yet I go out every day and embrace what money has made of me If it gets like that I wish I'd never done it The dream of fame and fortune's so convoluted it's funny Like a day could have no clouds but it sure as hell ain't sunny I guarantee the richest man in the world ain't got shit for money Really I gotta take a minute and re-evaluate Before I really commit, make this dream accelerate 'Cause honestly this shit, no matter how lit Could actually be one really big fucking mistake