My pops told me there's no money in music
He doesn't understand that is not why I do this
I refuse to let my passion be a hobby
Got a lot of time but father time tryna rob me
Would I like to make some bread? Yes dummy
But if I quit cause of money I would start to breathe funny
If you can't respect that ya whole perspective is wack
That's some NFL flow for you niggas no Kap
Got a lot on my mind like some fat sluts
They some heavy thots
Check the tape, in my music never told a lie
Stream of consciousness like Common on Spotify
Never begged for anyone's support
But a million streams later they loving what I retort
Some of y'all consider that significant success
But half a decade later and that shit got me depressed, like
Late nights, open mics, dumped a future wife
Pushed all my chips in the middle, bet my fucking life
If this doesn't work out what's the plan B
Plan b is me wallowing in misery
This ain't a game boy, no Nintendo
Shooting for the stars, load that extendo
Sturdy in my spot, be a marvel to move me
Got my weight up, like this a Marvel movie
Ex classmates say they glad I'm doing music
In the same breath ask how long "I'm gonna do it"
I don't know, How long are you gonna work at that
Job that you hate that pays you like shit
They being passive aggressive, but I can see the rage
They mad I will never let my age be my cage
It's cool though, I wish em best of luck
They can judge me all they want but I don't give a fuck
If the, conversations lacking, I ain't jacking
Built a whole catalog without a donor backing
Yeah I put my money up, I'll get it on the back end
Can't stop till I cop a house off rapping
When Chadwick died my sis said keep doing what you doing
Keep the faith even when it feels like you losing
Looked me in my eyes and said the worst way to die
Is with a dream trapped inside
Don't get comfortable with somebody or something that's cutting you
Or cutting your soul
Just because you love who's holding the knife