Letras
Yuh
Gotta' roll
Gotta' move
Gotta' wait
Gotta' prove
Get it straight
I ain't used
To be great
I still lose
I still learn, shit
Way better than what I first did
Bitch you know I fucking earned it
Yeah I know that I deserve this
Now I can be on that turnt shit
But sometimes I feel like I'm worthless
Not like I've been through the worst shit
But I really put in that work shit
Just for it all not to work shit
Stepped on
Been fucked up, never checked on
Had my money snatched, and the rest gone
And they read my text, what I'm left on
Homie selling gas like its Chevron
Do on most days, that's my best song
Do it right at dusk, to the next dawn
Ima do this shit, 'til my checks long
'Til they blue, aye
I gotta set some new rules in place
Too many things gotta' do today
Stressed out, I start to hallucinate
Keeping it pushing, can't lose the race
'Member the shit that they used to say
All of the shit that they still do say
'Member that girl that you used to chase
'Member the songs that I used to make
Yuh
How many times did I try?
Yuh, look
Only reason I'm alive
Yuh, wait
How many times did I try?
Yuh, but
You wanna work 9 to 5?
Fuck no
Baby this shit getting cutthroat
Just like I'm working at Cutco
Milestones, I gotta touch those
I fuck up once where the love go?
Work on the art like a brush stroke
Take off a few like I'm Huncho
Coming back, bitch I want gun smoke
Serving beef, it ain't no chuck roast
Getting touches, Ima toe tap
Said I did it and that's no cap
Tunnel vision like I'm Kodak
Now I'm up, I'll never go back
Shawty see me she like oh snap
Helly Hansen on the coat rack
All my music, bitch I wrote that
Every lyric on the whole track
Every lyric, every single one
Yeah you'll see me do it when it said and done
Had to really catch up, had to really run
I was pushing carts up in the fucking sun
Took a thousand losses 'fore I even won
Put in so much time that I don't find it fun
Posting twice a day, but for eleven months
And I really did it, not a fucking front
And I really did it, but I lost the passion
It's like wait a minute, but I got some traction
It's just now its different, was it for reactions?
Was I really 'bout it? Was I really happy?
Was it really worth it? Was they really laughing?
Did I really want it? Was I really capping?
Said I'm gonna do it, but it never happened
I was gonna prove it, guess I'm really lacking
I was fucked up, stuck on past things, had to move it on
Stay consistent and just keep faith
It'll work out, yeah I'm staying strong
But I can't lie, really doubt things
Sometimes lose hope, but I pray I'm wrong
All the clout shit, you don't need that
Not the reason you make fucking songs
Not the reason you make fucking songs
Not the reason you make fucking songs
All the clout shit, you don't need that
Not the reason, you make fucking songs
Let me backtrack, I was fucking young
Never was deep, it was just for fun
Never made beats, now I'm making some
They don't know me, wasn't anyone
It was eighth grade, heard some J. Cole
Had depression, I found Love Yourz
Then I wrote songs just to let go
Found my purpose and I found hope
Was my therapy to release thoughts
Had to clear it out, do a detox
Start to freestyle with the beat box
Now the days short, but the weeks long, fuck