Sometimes I'm selling like a prisoner
A criminal
A John Dillinger
But really I'm
Kind of feeling like
A niggas been lost in conversations
Of course when I write
My pen is a sword
Annihilation
I love seeing my haters though
On one hand it warms a nigga heart
The other hand I'm just curious about your thoughts
Am I your enemy
And are you who you pretend to be
if so then I'm amazed at the way you be keeping negative energy
Close to your heart
that keeps you from going as far
As you desire
You would rather pray for a failure
Rather than planning for your own uprising
Nigga I tell you
There's enough money out here for the both of us
So tell me what's your hustle
Everybody wanna sit and claim there a hustler
But not many know the struggle
Going to hear a million “no's” before you ever get a yes
Going to need thicker skin if you're going to be the best
Do you really want it
Do you really want it
Niger I guess
Nothing is wrong with a nine-to-five that's great
I'm just really not about that life and I see it more as a safe route
You come home and you find shit to complain about
See if you would have did this is on your brain now
Most of the world feels the same
But most of the world will never change
Most of the world ain't what it seems
Most of us scared to chase a dream
I met this dude once
With a goal of being a rapper
He said it wasn't a goal
Nah he told me she was a rapper
And hearing this nigga rap
With this heart in the each of his tracks
Is what brought me right to the fact
That how am I saying I'm a rapper
No work ethic
You jerk check
How you claim you do this verb
If nobody's heard a word yet
Shit is absurd
Damn a nigga need help
And I'm not sure but
It seems like he never got discouraged
Never discouraged
Shit he probably did
He must have fought through that shit
Cuz what came out of his pen
Made me a mannequin
at his listening party
Frozen scared to shake hands with him
He doing everything that I ever wanted to plan
For my own music
I'm pretty sure he would say go do it
So next time I say I rap then I can show proof
If it wasn't for these flows
And it wasn't for this cold boots
Then would that gives an excuse for me to hate on him
Is it?
No I got to face the fact that I've been lazy and I'm chasing what seems unrealistic
He spittin fire
I don't know if he know it
But he inspired me
To spit some shit that sounding heroic
Made it easy to focus
Rolling weed up to smoke it
I wrote this sober
While walking through New York City
Closer to the spiritual part
Located in me
Exposure is that the
Do you do it just for the love
No I'm doing it for my soul

Now I can't change me if I wanted to
So I just told the beat what I'm going through
For me to succeed do what's uncomfortable
I'm just talkin to the beat just talkin to the beat.