Dear Grammy, I ain't called you

Dear dad I haven't wrote you

I've been tryna get doper, hope this a double dose-er

Of that rhyme and flow

I've been trying to blow to go to radio stations, get myself signed and then grow

'Cause I'm tired of scrubbing dishes, cabinets, tub and kitchen

Non-profit record spitting and barely no recognition

Kid, I'm not benefitting so rich rapper you don't expect

Don't judge me by billboards or icy chains on the coldest neck

You worried 'bout what's popping now? I'm trying to be the dopest next

Next Pac, Next Kendrick, Next Em or known as best

Trying to go past the legends until I'm passed in Heaven

Probably not 'cause I never chose the path of Reverends

Or even Christians, really man, that's just raw and real

And I did my job if you're disappointed or caught a feel

How my mom gon' be onto God if she on a pill?

Killing pain, but if she did it more, she's a goner, killed

I'm struggling; I'm struggling

Low on cash and respect, I hope one day it's doubling

I'm struggling, I'm struggling

Either running in circles or there's some I need to bubble in

I'm struggling; I'm struggling

Low on cash and respect, I hope one day it's doubling

I'm struggling, I'm struggling

Either running in circles or there's some I need to bubble in

Mike tried to go the same way because of his brother

When life threw bullets his way, Mike ducked under the covers

And now he's taking pills just to deal with the pain and grief

Sleeping most the time, pill trapped in his cage of teeth

While I'm writing bars, he's trapped in some of his own

I called it a cage of teeth 'cause he says nothing at home

I'm worried for his life and if he's closer to death

'Cause of a man who blasted his .44 and then left

And that's a tragedy, so sad to see, but Mike doesn't need this mess

I hope to make him happy and proud by trying to be the best

Also my dad, 'cause I really believe he taught me well

I wanna give him a home instead of just a sloppy jail

I ain't say nothing to embarrass or disrespect

I'm just trying to get some real stuff off my demon-ridden chest

My old girl left for alcohol and bad boys

Used to have feelings but now it's just a black void

I'm struggling; I'm struggling

Low on cash and respect, I hope one day it's doubling

I'm struggling, I'm struggling

Either running in circles or there's some I need to bubble in

I'm struggling; I'm struggling

Low on cash and respect, I hope one day it's doubling

I'm struggling, I'm struggling

Either running in circles or there's some I need to bubble in

They say I need aggression in delivery, I said my voice is strong as the support that you be giving me

'Cause you ain't even heard my EP yet, I'm really trying to see checks but can't even get respect

They don't take me seriously

They hear a second and brush it off like my lyrics are weak

But I'll take your favorite out, end of story, period B

But since I'm underground and they hunt me down I'm fearing defeat

I'm fearing that I won't make it, that I'll just disintegrate

These rhymes on dinner plates, I'm letting everybody get a taste

I pass it all around for 'em like Communion

But seems they're sinners and deaf, they never wanna tune in

They say it ain't fire enough, so I'm fuming

Thinking they can put me in a box like Truman

Putting me and 'mixtape' people in a bubble

Maybe fans can get with this, it's a sequel to The Struggle homie