Letras
Catalyst made it
Hello, hatred
You're with a voice inside of my mind that says I won't make it
Like making it is really a thing
I just have to step up and take it
I've let you convince me that I'm useless and I'll never end up on a playlist
Somewhere along the way, this became way more than just entertainment
So strange how my network is my net worth
Yes, slip him up on the street
Remember, if you want to eat off this music, hoe, this timeline gets fed first
And you won't get the hits like a quarterback in a red shirt
Damn! Yes, you got me there, and it might not be fair
Fully prepared, pulling my hair, begging for things to watch and share
Not a way, dude
Just let Instagram manipulate you
You gonna break through, and promotion is the only way to
God, I hate you
I wish that you were really here and I could suffocate you
I'm tired of comparing all these numbers
Motherfuck what they do
I'm so exhausted
There's just got to be another way to make the needle move
Maybe DJs like to pay
Pay to play to what, bitch? Spin that bullshit one time in one club?
Idiot, what's that gonna get?
You should be thankful how the game gon ' shit
You used to have to do all this on your own
Don't you remember? (Yeah, kid, exactly)
It was fun when I was younger and I was getting maddened
Incoming pity party, man, I should have been established
With all this hidden talent, simple, should be triple platinum
Pop that nipple and cry, baby, someone get a napkin
How about I quit rapping? (Sure)
Then you don't exist (uh-huh)
Then there's no disappointment in the goals that I don't get
All these years, all these songs addin' up to mean nothin'
Wait, you a poker player, right?
I know you bluffin'
Maybe not, 'cause I'm drinking more than I should and getting crazy thoughts
I've been on the road for months, look how big my baby's got
Feel like if I ever stop making music, then I'm doing nothing