Dt. - INTRO Lyrics

I was the boy in the doorway, trynna get more pay
Spending my spare change on some weed and some dusse
Head knocking, catching vibes, beat on repeat
Pulling out my pen, inking out these bars on a sheet

Trynna bring the heat, being me
F*ck what's trendy
I wanna make it to the top
I know I got it in me

Sometimes believing in yourself just ain't enough
Gotta make some opportunities, make people give a f*ck
Need a buck or few thousand, hard to get a following
Ain't even got a album out and going silent

Hell on earth out here, man, it's hard not to get violent
Eyes on the future, live your life while you still got it
When my mom was down bad, I gave my all
Arms always outstretched, just to catch her if she fall

Locking doors, hoping that she couldn't hear
Through the walls that her son was crying
Rivers thinking, where did all go wrong
Put it in a song, just to keep myself sane

Get to thinking too hard, might put a bullet in my brain
Promise to myself, that I won't succumb to the pain
Momma raised a fighter, going toe to toe in the ring