| Grabbed the notepad as I picked up a pen
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| And the gold plaque is the shit Imma win
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| It happened so fast, how’d I end up within
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| This mixup I’m in, tryna rid all my sins
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| And I stay driven cause I spit it for the youth
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| So I’m straight spilling every feeling in this booth
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| Give a fake listening a little bit of truth
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| I spit it great just to hint a little bit of proof
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| This bag of weed will have to leave my gravity
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| And actually advance me to a masterpiece
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| If you plan to be the majesty of rappin'
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| Then you practically been branded as a casualty
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| Hardest in the game, make it rain, no force
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| Hotter than a flame comin' straight out a torch
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| All they want is fame when they ain’t work for it
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| If you caught up in your lane, homie, change your course
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| Tryna be as skilled on the mic as I can be
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| Every night I chill while I write until I sleep
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| I’m tryna be as ill as Hepatitis with a C
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| Spit the tightest, been the type to minimize your team
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| Witness me prove it, this is deep music
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| Spendin' G’s cause he knows that he can recoup it
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| Winnin' streak, while these other weaks keep losin'
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| In that GT while you PT cruisin'
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| Avoidin' trouble, sometimes I feel annoyed enough though
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| That I could start a royal rumble
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| Destroy and crumble, but I swear the boy is humble
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| I just gotta voice my struggle
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| Let me vent
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| Let me vent
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| I really need to voice my struggle
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| Yes I need to voice my struggle
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| Tonight I came to voice my struggle
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| Can I just voice my struggle
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| I really need to voice my struggle
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| Yes I need to voice my struggle
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| Tonight I came to voice my struggle
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| Can I just voice my struggle
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| You witnessin' the thoughts that I jot
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| Listen, this is harder than rock, I’m sicker than a coffin that rots
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| The kid has been involved in a lot
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| Works hard but I still feel far from the top
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| Yet I still give every bar all I got
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| And I still shit on any song that I drop
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| Not many who can say they’ve got what I brought
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| So the option to stop is a «nah»
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| Tell me, was it all a risk?
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| 10 years just to feel anonymous
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| How the fuck did I get involved in this?
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| Busy, you should check every call I’ve missed
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| Real name is Sef but they call me 'Lyst
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| And on the real, what I think my problem is
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| Is that people keep neglecting the heart I give
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| Sorta like my ex-girl sorta did
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| Fuck 'em, cause my fans gon' acknowledge it
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| Give me props on my efforts and accomplishments
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| And I’m blessed to be sent all these compliments
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| Cause I could help any motherfucker’s confidence
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| Growin' up, I was lonely with a cold heart
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| Now I’m slowly gettin' older with a slow start
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| And even though I’m killin' records like I’m Mozart
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| Somehow I always feel second like a co-star
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| (Let me vent) Fuck it though, all I know is go hard
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| And Imma always stay afloat like the Coast Guard
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| (Let me vent) But fuck it though, all I know is go hard
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| And Imma always stay afloat like the Coast Guard |