[Verse 1]
24/7 grind I got no time to waste
No breaks I’m already on my twentieth mixtape
104 degrees along with symptoms and stress
Unless I’m dead there is no room for rest
Though I give my life for this career
I know I ain’t receiving no claps or cheers
And it’s weird how others receive more love than me
When they haven’t even worked as hard as me
Like am I too uncool or am I too abstract?
Cause they’d be looking at me like I’m all wack
Like what’s up with that? Man that ain’t fair
I don’t get my share they don’t give me no care
I don’t want no fame or attention
I’m just desperate for some respect and recognition
Tryna get people to like, subscribe, and follow
Just tryna get some fans and a tiny little bravo
And I know the crowd praises out of courtesy
Cause none of them would ever commend me personally
They will only truly applaud when I succeed
But that’s a possibility that seems almost unlikely
Not even my friends and family take me seriously
Like seriously the people closest to me
Don’t even believe in me just how messed up is that
One day I'mma show you all that I can really rap
Uh, the most prolific in the making
My purpose and my dreams are mine for the taking
Feelings on display I wear my heart on my sleeve
Working with passion as I compose this harsh symphony
And if you don’t like it you ain’t gotta listen
So stop wasting your time tryna put me out of position
Satisfaction’s for suckers
Whether you hate it or you love it you will respect it
Cause I hustle hard I don’t need no leachers
Like the players who win from warming the bleachers
But what’s the point of working effortlessly
If I ain’t rising in any way eminently
Pounded by the words that people say to me
Nothing but the widespread malice to receive
The most hated, the most infamous
Always recognized as some form of cheap entertainment
Treat others the same way you want them to treat you
I guess all of you wanna feel these burning flames too
Be in my shoes and tell me how fun it is
To live and be passive to the scorn that people give
Cursed throne only but a short lived victory
Win everything to lose everything what misery
Curtain call, I thank the whole audience
Other than my tears it ain’t nothing but silence