The Dropout

First off I don’t need a hit just to set it up
I’ve been in the hustle while my momma keep me in tucked
I’ve been all day with this shit, but it’s months now
Never been paid for this shit do I stop now?
Fuck that, Imma keep it real with you bro
I don’t ever hear from the hoes
Say my views too low
But I gotta throw y’all a bone
So you don’t leave me alone, now you know how it goes
Feeling like my voice is a ghost
And my sound is the sheet walking round like a freak
And I’m bound to the beast like a mount full of sheep and I’m bout to release what I found underneath
With a fountain of green and a mouth full of greed
I’ve been thirsty for a sip, like how do I breathe?
I don’t know man, yell really loud on a beat?
I’m beat, looking at a thousand of me like how can it be that I’m rounded by dreams
But awake. guess it ain’t always all what it seems
Living up life like I’m walking through a scene
A-D and Cuban up for the tag team
Lying to myself but I’m not good at acting
I don’t even think that this rap shit lasting
Walking on a line while my time keep passing
Man, fuck this all
Rapping for a crowd that await my fall
Hitting up shows while I await thy call
Letting me chase some fate I saw
First off I don’t need a hit just to set it up
I’ve been in the hustle while my momma keep me in tucked
I’ve been all day with this shit, but it’s months now
Never been paid for this shit do I stop now?
Fuck that, Imma keep it real with you bro
I don’t ever hear from the hoes
Say my views too low
But I gotta throw y’all a bone
So you don’t leave me alone, now you know how it goes
Now I gotta think bout the posts
It’s a knife in my hand that’ll fade at the a most
While I’m slayed by my foes
Giving shame to my folks
Kicked out of my school, giving danger to hope
One day imma get my shit right
With a bag for the team and the world by my side
But what if it’s God that’s deflecting the light
That’s true to the tale but not a good sign
I pay my dues and do my time
I hope that cell don’t soothe me right
Cause if it do then I’m just blind
To all these words and all these signs
I still pray that I’m alive
Give me more and give me mine
Praise the lord for all that’s kind
I see myself go through the shrine
But if it’s all good and all works then pop out
People gone talk that shit but won’t hop out
Imma just do my thing and go all out
While the people smile cuz they know I’m just a drop out