No, I don't do this as a hobby
It's how I vent so I don't hurt my soul or my body
I'm cool, calm and collect, but piss me off and I'll flip
That's why I work overnight so I don't be around nobody
It gives me time to clear my mind
Playing beat after beat while I'm contemplating these rhymes
Smoking sweet after sweet, still productive while getting high
Cause I be stressing, I feel like I barely be getting by
But that's my fault, I swear I do that shit a lot
But one day I'ma succeed if y'all believe in me or not
I'm taking me and my team all the way to the top
But some of my team be slacking, procrastinating a lot
And at times I do the same shit, but I'm too determined to quit
I got two kids, that's a lot that I got to get to leave behind
And make sure my babies are straight
Becoming what I've been trying, my mind I never would change, huh
Trying to raise a woman in the form of my daughter
Giving her advice, she got to think a lot smarter
But she don't give a f*ck, she feeling her life's harder
Argue with her mama, some little nigga done spoiled her
I'm busy chasing checks, regretting I should've been there
I try to balance time and seeing it's never been fair
It's either sitting broke at home and all alone
Or get it on the road and do it because you're grown
I monetize everything, still keep a business mind
Cover up the pain till I see the finish line
Smoking weed and feeling fine, though it's only temporary
A born hustler is written on my obituary
I heard the apple never falls far from the tree
I'm just praying that she never falls far from me
Every move that I make, I hope you finally see
A better man at the end is what I'm trying to be