Lyrics

Yeah I can feel it The breakthrough is coming Let's go I'm sitting at the desk they gave me I'm straight putting in a solid 8 on the daily This is why I went to school so I can make these Executives richer for whatever they pay me? Staring at these screens I got a hard time focusing I can't keep the cubicle walls from closing in They're piling up all this weight I've been shouldering I'm about to dip the fuck out with no one noticing Grabbing a cold one, here hold this shit So I can post up like on a box of Golden Crisp Guess a career change might be what the motive is I told my fam and now they're acting like I'm growing tits holy shit Hey ma, don't deny you birthed a rap star But when I visit you I'll keep searching for where the snacks are I'm out here scaling down rappers like black bars They're all bent out of shape 'cause they're looking like crash cars The bank took my whip for not paying in time Thanks a lot, next sequester I'll be 35 On the hunt to get that money right Bowling ball in hand hoping for that lucky strike I'm just waiting for my breakthrough On the... on the On the grind Matter of time until I came through I'm in a league of my own dimension, the big boss 'Cause I'm the male version of Dottie Hinson, hitting bombs Pitchers stay out in the pen 'cause they'll never be ready I'm swinging it heavy while carbing up on Betty Spaghetti It's a machete I'm holding when I clear the path I'm the fucking mower deck and you're a plot of grass Building power and brute strength bro, feeding the beast It's all in my own hands I don't leave it to priests I grab the bar with some 45s loaded out the gate Took your one rep max made it my warmup weight I'll introduce you to the grown-up state, I'm skull crushing Arms bulging out like hell, the blood pumping I'm coming like Arnold Schwarzenegger clips The body's getting hard like it was made of bricks I got a strength of mind 'cause there's no escaping the pain You just added water weight and then mistake it for gains, heh How's that? Ain't nobody can fuck with this They wanna hold me down, but I can still come up with this Got guns on my arms cocked back I'll be doing curls in the squat rack While I'm waiting for my breakthrough Rap... Rap heavyweight Fuck the wall I'm going straight through I used to try and sell beats and it was borderline embarrassing I barely made sales 'cause I wasn't good at spamming I never stopped caring, not to sound like a Karen I demanded more attention for cooking some of the rarest I thought it was that too many had doubts But really they just didn't see potential like bad scouts Competing versus questionable marketing ploys, should I dare say? Artists and their shady tactics gobble up airplay They buy follows and buy plays, I'm spilling beans Manipulated rankings are what the people see So I tried ads thinking they'd reach a billion teens Now my biggest fans run click farms in Philippines No biggie though, I'll be glad to give 'em a stream It's a urinary one so they can listen to pee I'm here for good now you can admit the defeat I just took your whole career and pressed Shift and Delete I'm not on Tik Tok 'cause I don't wiggle the hips I don't sell the music short by needing gimmicky shit Got stuff on my To-Do list I have to check off I'm doing big things like men with fat sex dolls Breakthrough I am who I am Don't let 'em change you
Writer(s): Jason Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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