Since 14, I've been trying this rapping thing
Thought I'd make it, I blow up, maybe change the game
But I'm still here in this room and nothing changed
At this point, I just need something to ease the pain
Nothing's enough, right until my hands are numb
Recording till my voice is hoarse
It's not enough, it's not enough, till I get that writer's block Singing till it's not right, pulling out the hairs at night
Try this chorus, maybe this rhyme, but shoot, it doesn't even fit the line
This beat is whack, this beat is good, but man, my singing isn't good
Going hours with no sleep, going hours with no eats
I'm just pacing inside my room, don't know what I'm gonna do
Cause this song ain't coming through how I want, I'm switching moods
Perfectionist when I'm working on this music biz
I'll take nothing less than 10, but with my old skill
It was bad, now I'm easy and relaxed It's a hobby, not a rap, not my job to make these tracks
But I'm still 10 on 10 with the raps
Only God is perfect, so I go with the flow
I'm having fun, I don't stress no more
Unless I procrastinate, gotta get off off my