Who knows how many wrongs
I'll have to right
Before I give up
Who knows how many songs
I'll have to write
Before I blow up
You already know
I go with the flow
Get so high
But I feel so low
I been working harder on my music
It still won't grow
And it's kinda feeling like I'm on a plateau
I just wanna listen to a song I make like woah
I should've made that a long time ago
My name is Nate Strider
Hello
You ain't heard of me yet
Well now you know
Why don't you listen I
Switch it up
You don't like it I don't
Give a f*ck
You talkin shit
You talkin smack
Lick my butt
Between the crack
Aw I didn't wipe last time
Do me a solid and help with that
Not really tho
Cuz that shit is gay
I don't know
What I'm gonna say
I call this flow
The seventeen year old SoundCloud rapper who wouldn't be missed
If he was shot dead in his own home
Who knows how many wrongs
I'll have to right
Before I give up
Who knows how many songs
I'll have to write
Before I blow up
Grew up quick
I don't what they say
Coming in hot like a rocket
Mayday
Drowning myself in pills
Just so I can be able to stay sane
Got no doubts
I'll be the best
I been poor
Don't ever flex
All these thoughts
Fill up my head
All this stress
Been on my chest
Don't take breaks
I don't need rest
And my time is all I invest
Listen to doubts and ignore my friends
I be goin hard like Boba Fett
The road to my happiness
Is more like a quest
Got no doubts I'll be the best
Got no doubts I'll be the best