This shit is crazy how these gimmicks blow up overnight!
I've been debating with, if I should hold up in this fight
Pen game amazing but no hope I see no growth online
Im hesitating cause I know I'm grown
I must provide
To my precious babies but I want more than a normal life
Living with my lady sorta struggle but we getting by
Rent here is so crazy
California homes too f*cking high and
I ain't trying to rent a room or work until croak and die!
So here I've been spitting tunes
Wishing I can get it soon
Sitting in the living room
Scribbling until the moon
Disappear
I've been consumed
With a fear
My mission doomed
Quit this shit you big buffoon!
Cause you'll never get a record deal
A mansion or 11 mil
You can't advance, or plan to build
When ya planted standing still
Man up and go get a skill
Or let ya family live in filth
Collecting cans for rent and bills!
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I can't build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal!
I'm at the end of my wits
Cause I've been killing this shit
But haven't risen a bit
Just be persistent youll win
Is what I'm thinking but then
I end up with zero ends
I'm filled with bills to the rim
I need a real position
Cause being ill with the pen
Isn't a meal to my kin
I need to fill the kitchen and feed my little children!
How many skilled musicians
Live on a hill with a Benz?
A minuscule 2 percent?
Guess it was cute to pretend
Said I'm drowing in here!
Man I've been out here for years
But haven't found a career
That might amount to a mil
Inside accounts and fear
That I'm a clown to my dear
So I'll dip out, dissapear
Switch routes
Sprout a career
Thats sound
No scrounging from here
On out
I vow to this, mirror, I'm out
No album quit here
Sit down, pound on some beers!
Somehow theres talent but bills
Amount to thousands for real
Just now my balance hit zero
I'm out, man, how is this real?
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I cant build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal
(1 meal)
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This shit is crazy how these gimmicks blow up overnight!
I've been debating with, if I should hold up in this fight
Pen game amazing but no hope I see no growth online
Im hesitating cause I know I'm grown
I must provide
To my precious babies but I want more than a normal life
Living with my lady sorta struggle but we getting by
Rent here is so crazy
California homes too f*cking high and
I ain't trying to rent a room or work until croak and die!
So here I've been spitting tunes
Wishing I can get it soon
Sitting in the living room
Scribbling until the moon
Disappear
I've been consumed
With a fear
My mission doomed
Quit this shit you big buffoon!
Cause you'll never get a record deal
A mansion or 11 mil
You can't advance, or plan to build
When ya planted standing still
Man up and go get a skill
Or let ya family live in filth
Collecting cans for rent and bills!
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I can't build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal!
I'm at the end of my wits
Cause I've been killing this shit
But haven't risen a bit
Just be persistent youll win
Is what I'm thinking but then
I end up with zero ends
I'm filled with bills to the rim
I need a real position
Cause being ill with the pen
Isn't a meal to my kin
I need to fill the kitchen and feed my little children!
How many skilled musicians
Live on a hill with a Benz?
A minuscule 2 percent?
Guess it was cute to pretend
Said I'm drowing in here!
Man I've been out here for years
But haven't found a career
That might amount to a mil
Inside accounts and fear
That I'm a clown to my dear
So I'll dip out, dissapear
Switch routes
Sprout a career
Thats sound
No scrounging from here
On out
I vow to this, mirror, I'm out
No album quit here
Sit down, pound on some beers!
Somehow theres talent but bills
Amount to thousands for real
Just now my balance hit zero
I'm out, man, how is this real?
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I cant build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal
(1 meal)
I've been debating with, if I should hold up in this fight
Pen game amazing but no hope I see no growth online
Im hesitating cause I know I'm grown
I must provide
To my precious babies but I want more than a normal life
Living with my lady sorta struggle but we getting by
Rent here is so crazy
California homes too f*cking high and
I ain't trying to rent a room or work until croak and die!
So here I've been spitting tunes
Wishing I can get it soon
Sitting in the living room
Scribbling until the moon
Disappear
I've been consumed
With a fear
My mission doomed
Quit this shit you big buffoon!
Cause you'll never get a record deal
A mansion or 11 mil
You can't advance, or plan to build
When ya planted standing still
Man up and go get a skill
Or let ya family live in filth
Collecting cans for rent and bills!
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I can't build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal!
I'm at the end of my wits
Cause I've been killing this shit
But haven't risen a bit
Just be persistent youll win
Is what I'm thinking but then
I end up with zero ends
I'm filled with bills to the rim
I need a real position
Cause being ill with the pen
Isn't a meal to my kin
I need to fill the kitchen and feed my little children!
How many skilled musicians
Live on a hill with a Benz?
A minuscule 2 percent?
Guess it was cute to pretend
Said I'm drowing in here!
Man I've been out here for years
But haven't found a career
That might amount to a mil
Inside accounts and fear
That I'm a clown to my dear
So I'll dip out, dissapear
Switch routes
Sprout a career
Thats sound
No scrounging from here
On out
I vow to this, mirror, I'm out
No album quit here
Sit down, pound on some beers!
Somehow theres talent but bills
Amount to thousands for real
Just now my balance hit zero
I'm out, man, how is this real?
Issa feeling of being stuck
A feeling of being ill
Feeling of no luck
A feeling I cant build
I'm limited on my funds
Just hoping to get a deal
Been living here in a hut
With bugs and 1 meal
(1 meal)
Writer: Christian Antwine
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid