كلمات الأغاني
I am only a man, with an ego and my pride, and a wood in the gram
Try to roll into success, like it's handicap accessible
It's a long shot, and I ain't got a plan
Still I gotta try, it ain't just by chance my shits
fire
Or that my peers skate and they stay on they grind
Got some kids in Georgia to stay on my mind
Don't walk, I climb, I stay in pursuit, hope I don't get knocked out
Aiming for the billboard, hoping I don't get boxed out
Got some famous friends, I ain't flexing like I got clout, no doubt
Cause I'm here chilling, job hunting in the living room
Hope my battle rounds don't deflate, like an inner tube
Feels like I'm chilling in the kiddie pool
Waiting to compete with Olympians, instead of looking like simpletons
I'ma swim, not sink, if it's sink or swim
I'ma just vibe and focus on me, ain't losing my mind off what it's gon' be
I'm taking my time, just cooking with heat, cause this shit is so fire, and I do this for me
Yeah
I ain't worried bout a critict, middle finger askin' do you hear me
Oh no, I ain't worried bout the fame, I'm still me and I'm gonna change
No
They say Martyr can rap, but that still ain't booked me any shows
I suppose
I keep scribbling these flows, till they notice and put me on the map
Shit sounding like a big waste of time, if you ask me
Facts, G, trying to kill the kid, like a plan B, nasty
An these fraction of a cent-ass checks I've been raking in from streams make me scream
Never had to fake it, that don't mean that I won't make it
See my confidence never shaking
By all of the trends and the people that pretend like they friends, just to try to take a piece of what I'm baking
See the bread's what I love to share to those who've been true
And if you ain't been a day one, that just ain't you
I know what you heard is some real ass shit, cause I promise I ain't never with the faking
I'ma just vibe and focus on me, ain't losing my mind off what it's gon' be
I'm taking my time, just cooking with heat, cause this shit is so fire, and I do this for me
Yeah
I ain't worried bout a critict, middle finger askin' do you hear me
Oh no, I ain't worried bout the fame, I'm still me and I'm gonna change
No
Give me a beard, tight pants, and hair like Christian Slater
Damn, hipsters wanna stick me for my vapor
Ignorant by nature, learned to be a hypocrite
Make you hate me in the time it takes to burn a cigarette
You feel that? I sense the disrespect collecting
You never been a threat without an internet connection
Ya'll a dime a dozen, creative juice lacking
Making the same tracks, I never know who's rapping
Ya'll cashed in on credit you took from others
I ain't sugarcoating shit for you cookie cutters
Fuck you
When I come through, get to running, duck for cover
You're as worthless as a busted pussy rubber motherfucker with
Out a doubt, it's astounding how every time your music's played, laughter drowns it out
Trash is the best word to capture how you sound
Sincerely, this ain't the time to clown around
Muthafucka
I'ma just vibe and focus on me, ain't losing my mind off what it's gon' be
I'm taking my time, just cooking with heat, cause this shit is so fire, and I do this for me
Yeah
I ain't worried bout a critict, middle finger askin' do you hear me
Oh no, I ain't worried bout the fame, I'm still me and I'm gonna change
No
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