Accepted by many and hated by few
But looking at the state I'm in guess I'll be changing that soon
All that I viewed was growing in a circle I can't lose to
But the comfort got me questioning myself on what's true
Troubling news, even tho it's always obvious when an artist just
Can't come to grasp but forcing trash on us you losing touch
Yes men gon gas you up regardless all you got is us
Tempted by actions of these people with no consequence
Relaxing tough ain't in my schedule but it feels like
I'm still catching up to peers I surpassed before my life was Flushed
In a pool of what I threw up from drinking too much
Nothing but disgust, picture that, thats the same way I was f*cked
Shit out of luck but luck played no, part since day uno I've been at it like blue nose
All those, scared to share a content of a nobody you know
Where I'm headed til my body will turn cold...
Or burn slow, in a pit of fire
Still I'll get the job done as long as I was hired
But talent alone ain't the only thing I should acquire
And if I told you that I liked all parts of this life style I'm a liar
I'm an artist, just like more than half of the room
That I would be rapping to hoping your egos out of tune
By all means let me check you so you don't get it confused
I don't see us as competing I get paid to rap then move
To the next spot to move, the crowd more than a few
Is what I'm hoping but even if it's only one do what you do
Hit em twice as hard especially if they ain't had a clue
But repetition of this routine stopped getting me amused
I ain't taking any losses so I left before I lose
A lil bit of sanity I had left beneath my shoes
Cuz I've been running thru the minds of rappers stuck in school
That I taught last year, now y'all finally picking up the tools
Who you gon fool, like you ain't new to do this
What kind of a pull does your name have to co exist
With anybody you'll complain about and never miss
A mothaf*ckin second just to bad mouth, sit and bitching out loud
This ain't a time for you to go and dish it out now
Redial to yo big homies reaching out loud
Enough to hear the urgency in you getting a beat down
Lose a one on one and quick to scream out its a damn foul
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Put yo mof*ckin hand down and learn a lesson
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Accepted by many and hated by few
But looking at the state I'm in guess I'll be changing that soon
All that I viewed was growing in a circle I can't lose to
But the comfort got me questioning myself on what's true
Troubling news, even tho it's always obvious when an artist just
Can't come to grasp but forcing trash on us you losing touch
Yes men gon gas you up regardless all you got is us
Tempted by actions of these people with no consequence
Relaxing tough ain't in my schedule but it feels like
I'm still catching up to peers I surpassed before my life was Flushed
In a pool of what I threw up from drinking too much
Nothing but disgust, picture that, thats the same way I was f*cked
Shit out of luck but luck played no, part since day uno I've been at it like blue nose
All those, scared to share a content of a nobody you know
Where I'm headed til my body will turn cold...
Or burn slow, in a pit of fire
Still I'll get the job done as long as I was hired
But talent alone ain't the only thing I should acquire
And if I told you that I liked all parts of this life style I'm a liar
I'm an artist, just like more than half of the room
That I would be rapping to hoping your egos out of tune
By all means let me check you so you don't get it confused
I don't see us as competing I get paid to rap then move
To the next spot to move, the crowd more than a few
Is what I'm hoping but even if it's only one do what you do
Hit em twice as hard especially if they ain't had a clue
But repetition of this routine stopped getting me amused
I ain't taking any losses so I left before I lose
A lil bit of sanity I had left beneath my shoes
Cuz I've been running thru the minds of rappers stuck in school
That I taught last year, now y'all finally picking up the tools
Who you gon fool, like you ain't new to do this
What kind of a pull does your name have to co exist
With anybody you'll complain about and never miss
A mothaf*ckin second just to bad mouth, sit and bitching out loud
This ain't a time for you to go and dish it out now
Redial to yo big homies reaching out loud
Enough to hear the urgency in you getting a beat down
Lose a one on one and quick to scream out its a damn foul
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Put yo mof*ckin hand down and learn a lesson
But looking at the state I'm in guess I'll be changing that soon
All that I viewed was growing in a circle I can't lose to
But the comfort got me questioning myself on what's true
Troubling news, even tho it's always obvious when an artist just
Can't come to grasp but forcing trash on us you losing touch
Yes men gon gas you up regardless all you got is us
Tempted by actions of these people with no consequence
Relaxing tough ain't in my schedule but it feels like
I'm still catching up to peers I surpassed before my life was Flushed
In a pool of what I threw up from drinking too much
Nothing but disgust, picture that, thats the same way I was f*cked
Shit out of luck but luck played no, part since day uno I've been at it like blue nose
All those, scared to share a content of a nobody you know
Where I'm headed til my body will turn cold...
Or burn slow, in a pit of fire
Still I'll get the job done as long as I was hired
But talent alone ain't the only thing I should acquire
And if I told you that I liked all parts of this life style I'm a liar
I'm an artist, just like more than half of the room
That I would be rapping to hoping your egos out of tune
By all means let me check you so you don't get it confused
I don't see us as competing I get paid to rap then move
To the next spot to move, the crowd more than a few
Is what I'm hoping but even if it's only one do what you do
Hit em twice as hard especially if they ain't had a clue
But repetition of this routine stopped getting me amused
I ain't taking any losses so I left before I lose
A lil bit of sanity I had left beneath my shoes
Cuz I've been running thru the minds of rappers stuck in school
That I taught last year, now y'all finally picking up the tools
Who you gon fool, like you ain't new to do this
What kind of a pull does your name have to co exist
With anybody you'll complain about and never miss
A mothaf*ckin second just to bad mouth, sit and bitching out loud
This ain't a time for you to go and dish it out now
Redial to yo big homies reaching out loud
Enough to hear the urgency in you getting a beat down
Lose a one on one and quick to scream out its a damn foul
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Ooh child yea you need to grow some
Put yo mof*ckin hand down and learn a lesson
Writer: Yong Jun Yi
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