You gotta keep going

 

They ask me why you keep rapping when they hate you?

You stay all polite but them, they always stay rude

But still man you got yo pen n pad, you stay glued

I just gotta say man, you changed dude, So why,

why do you stay on the same route,

When you see all the pain its gunna bring you, or bringing you

So whatever you clinging too, I hope its worth it, you dont deserve it, but

We through bro And thats the truth bro,

come find me if you ever get out this loophole

 

My boy just left, shocked was an understatement

but no matter what I had to keep this pen to this paper

I'll worry bout it later, See Right now I gotta grind,

keep my heart on my money, & my mind on the time

Rapping was a way to unwind, People couldn't see

24s clouded vision the rap was controlling me

If I ran outa of ink, then I always had the keys

N If I ran outa drink,then I always had the weed

Whatever kept the rhymes growing, kept my mind flowing

When your hands hurt, bruh you gotta keep going

You gotta get the doe in gotta put in in your pockets

Grasp at every flow, flow to any topic, dont you stop it

Gonna blow like rockets haters are but tiny droplets

You dont need to listen at all, and when you hit that wall

No doubt you'll fall, you gotta crawl be a man and understand

You don't need no hand, no help, no credit cards no wealth

No need for the greed thats the devils in disguise tryna plot your demise

You need to defy, dont under estimate the power of regrets

take 2 steps, on the minefield that life yields.

 

You see raps the sorts thing for me you gotta force out

With some alcohol maybe powder or a pack of loud

N I got no remose for friends who went north as I went south

Pen in my hand, 12 inch raw in my mouth (Hahaha Background)