It’s been so many times when all the people have counted me out/
Inside the game of rap but now I’m trapped in a cloud full of doubt/
With no way to get out I would hear all the lyrics that’s out/
And they been so dry that even if I took care of the drought it/
Wouldn’t really matter cause they’d go back and listen to shit and/
Idolize the rappers that ain’t real they just playing a skit and/
Would leave me here to fix the art in the game/
I’m not Picasso not painting pictures for the sake of me playing dang/
I’m tryna leave a legacy and just build a career/
But I been balling on the court for a couple of years/
Practicing my craft as I’m making everything turn to gold lyrics flow/
And beats gettin' em high like they on edibles/
It’s funny how I got to this point as I’m taking shots/
I been telling people I’m sick since I was fighting docs/
And I been on the clock the time ain’t running out so/
I put my foot on the gas tryna level this out/
Do it for a little bit of money ain’t it funny how a nerd can observe all the tracks that’s out/
And simply piss on the fires they claim man shut your mouth/
So I lay the SmackDown like it’s 2002/
And be a beast on a track as I be barreling through/
With my skills I’m always perfectly honest down to the T/
But with the industry it’s perfectly nonsense/
So man get outta here saying I won’t make it in a couple years/
I put my cards on the table cause n***as funny here/
With little fans I got some rappers here on high alert/
Knowing the kid is hungry and ready to dive in a cypher first/
It’s not my fault if I put some of these people in a hearse/
It’s just some competition that’s missing onto the Earth/
Real rap/