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Another day wakin up in this hell hole world we call home
Another morning blinded from the brightness on my phone
Just to find out
You never responded to my DM
I guess im probably gon die alone
I’m a dog chasin after that paper
Like it’s a bone
7am already clocked in
Close to a close
Eyes low
Smell of coffee beans grindin
Not a single part of me
Wants to think about rhymin
Collect this paycheck and get home
Put that work in when im in the studio
I Swear im in my zone
When i create all up on my own
Check the gram
See some rappers that i know
It’s My style they still tryna clone
Lunch break contemplate about the 3rd message I’m sendin
Definition of slidin
There it is
A message back
I think your super cool
And really cute
But i think that it’s just the wrong timin
Cuz This the life of a starvin artist
On this paper trail imma get what’s mine regardless
Paint a picture
Michelangelo my flow so flawless
Sendin hella love out to all up an coming ORange county artists
About Time for Another session
Another lesson
With a producer
That questions
My music intentions
All i know is how to be me
An Be real
Give my all in everything i do
An keep countin my blessins
Don’t give a fuck about your views or any hollywood credential celebrity mentions
Not to mention
How you purchasin fake friends
20,000 followers
New music out now
Confused why your Streams showin zero attention
Sounds like retention
My time in every text that i send the passion invested
Music with purpose
Buildin a brand that’s manifested
Infested
With dreams money can’t buy