Years gone by Ida changed alot

But this image in my mind is the same as how it was when I was a kid

Tryna make Hip-Hop

Everybody not convinced I could make it nah

Fuck college you probly shouldn't save a spot for me

What if you don't make it whats your plan about to be

Honestly I never really gave it thought

Or had a doubt in my mind til the people surrounding me

Always had to comment and seem distraught

Writing lines on a paper when the days had got to me

Had a note pad full of things Id jot

Anything thats on my mind tryna make it rhyme

I remember that my father he hated how I be

Takin all the papers and throwin em out and be loud sayin wow you think that art

Barely knowin shit about anythin that i could be

I don't even wanna work bitch fuck that shit

Ima write another verse then gone scrap it

Til im sayin all the words that I want back to back

And make sense cuz you pussies can't match it

The fact is

Half these rappers lame

Spit the same shit

And they gettin paid

Gettin plays listens everyday

What difference does it make if Im tryna change shit

And all the listeners are sayin no thanks

Hate it the fuck I need to do

Shut the fuck up cuz Im gonna speak the truth

So sick of the repetition

Fuck flexin pics and the expensive whips and rough sex with women

Im not convinced that thats how you livin

Maybe I don't get it

Maybe Im just different

Im pessimistic

No friends to vent to

Just pens and writtens

No rent to give you

Im broke as fuck I dont trust a soul

I don't smoke no blunts cuz I don't trust the smoke

I don't go in public Im just up at home

My minds so corrupted yet so are you

So don't fuckin judge me cuz its over nothing

But because you suck I sound so disruptive

Yeah you jealous of all the attention I could potentially harness if Im getting farther

Oh god oh god can you please answer my family believe we should talk

Every time I call the machine answer Im startin to think you phone is off

My competition is not depicted how I had pictured

Yal got no gift and you are not the shit your just a pile of it

So shut the fuck up cuz its time to listen up

And I just wanna know if Im ever gonna make it up out this hell

Days gettin colder on my own but I don't fuck with nobody else

What I gotta say for you to listen fuck the gimmick that you tryna sell

I really mean it when Im sayin that Im different from the shit

That people try to tell me is fire well G

Someone try and help me understand it fuck it you don't gotta bother helping

Im keepin to my own self G

Im makin paths you couldn't follow down these