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Sometimes I question my ambition like is this really living

The songs have told me if they got the chance all these rappers would give it in

And to me it seems

They worked so hard to accomplish thier dream

Just to have others rip it apart at the seams

Not me bruh becuase I've seen some scenes

Where Im getting the cream

Topping the competition and making the others seem

Inferior to me

Right, inferior to me, I can do this I swear

When my mom is driving she needs to feel like she whipping on a reclining chair

Matter fact I'll start right here

I'll write hit after hit and hope she can hear me loud and clear

Setting myself apart from those other clowns

Im being for real Im not playing around

Because I spit it acididc

The critics can lick it

Im finished toying with these little stupid ass niggas

Im next to deliver my finger itching on the trigger

Better believe im that nigga(x2)

 

This deep willingness inside

Has called itself out to me so ill ride

through the desert with half a tank, broken AC and a flat sprite

working on these tracks hoping they sound right

Because if they do ill be up there with the greats

Rapping with the likes of Kendrick Lamar and drake

Ambitions to travel the world but realities of barley leaving the state

Facing the growing scarcity of food on my dinner plate

Mom and Dad bickering about the mortgage not getting paid

Grades not doing to well