Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There's somethin in the world, keeps me alive, in tact//
Cuz if it comes to it, I'ma die for rap//
And my en-tire path is in line with that//
And when it goes cold as ice I'ma strike the match//
You need shelter to survive, for me it's writin tracks//
I stay true, pursue it, never lose the music//
The day you said I shouldn't rap I knew I'd lose it//
However I do it must be superhuman//
You say ya raps are real? Kid, you's a nuisance//
Tracks are filled with bitches, ice, and boose abusement//
People feelin threatened like I'm new and blew quick//
These cats just wanna see me fall and lose with two cents//
I'd be lyin if I said those dudes worth two shits//
And I'll retire when I rhyme 'bout shoes and new rims//
When I'm on the mic I'm straight up burnin the mask off//
I'm workin my ass off for a permanent rap job//
[Hook]
Stressed, and bust a free, enemies//
Give me reason, to be the last motherfucker//
Breathin, bust, on microphones, hear the shit//
That I'm speakin, now I'm the last motherfucker Breathin//
[Verse 2]
Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt//
And I'll, work with a verse, til I, work in a hearse//
And I'm, turned to the dirt, to be, served to the worms//
But I'm, cursin the verbs, while I'm, burstin with words//
And you can't hold me back with ya mental attacks, I been sent//
For this rap with a pen and a pad, I'm in debt to this rap//
I wrestle a tracks that's complex as embezzlin crack//
Don't have a way to pay ya bills the medical debts'll attack//
And that's just one of the reasons I want this for the rest of my life//
And all the shit I go through, yo it's like I'm blessed in disguise//
Shit passes by so fast a blink is restin my eyes//
But one day, some how and some way, I'ma make it//
Every day I been racially hated and makin cheese//
My brain's at ease, this is what I was born to do//
You ever been let down and had execs ignorin you?//
Rap's a part of me, without it I'm torn in two//
Hook
[Verse 3]
I walk around a day, without writin a track//
Talk about a bad day that's like a knife in the back//
You in a cypher to rap, you could recite from the pad//
With no worries, punches make ya vision so blurry//
People tell me "dont hurry ya way up into this rap shit"//
While I'm makin drastic classic hits, massive ass to kick//
On ya journey, on ya way to the top//
Rap about more than who push the most weight on the block//
And you hate all the cops, you adaptin a persona//
That you takin from Pac, you fake as ya rocks//
There's a race to the top, not a race at the top//
We all equally talented and ya speakin imbalanced shit//
That's about as weak as a counterfeit sneaker without a tip//
But hip-hop's what I eat, breathe, live, and sleep//
Even if I don't make it, least it hit the streets//
And I still got hip-hop, there's nothin else you could give to me//
Hook 2x
