so fuck their opinion ima be gone, runnin' for my life now im feeling so alone grab the pad and pen we gone do it on our own chasin this dream and let the music bring me home yeah (x2)
im in this rap game hard man this shit is hype, and i aint nothin but a fly youngin with a mic, i started off slow but yeah i got my balance white boy with some action yeah i had my practice, i never had the rich life no silver spoon in sight. i grew up, raised rough, a lot of sleepless nights. its not a game no checkers man you cant ignite the flame that im throwing out man this shit is bright, just like my future when im comin out with the rhymes no competition cause your flow just aint as good as mine. im just a shy kid camouflaged before your eyes, till i had the courage to stand up and grab the fucking mic. i made a move and im tryna make it well, tryna do this lifestyle, just tryna pay the bills. i came up from the slums just scroungin for a meal . eatin beans and rice , most don't know how i feel. we were broke never really had no money, but we made it on our own yeah, yeah it was lonely. but I'm out here and I'm workin, i'm working for that money. in times of distress everything seems compressed uh, my life a movie, lights camera action.I'll take you on a trip to the past where it all happened. two years old and my mom and daddy split , things weren't so good my whole life took a trip, uh. my daddy faded , 5 minutes down the road, couldn't come by the house just to say hello.it was hard times, but i made do, so bring me home cuz I'm better off without you.
so fuck their opinion ima be gone, runnin' for my life now im feeling so alone grab the pad and pen we gone do it on our own chasin this dream and let the music bring me home yeah (x2)
comin from a state of mind that most of you may recognize. just know as this record vibes, you will survive. problems with my family, took me to the Methazine. lonely nights , smokin weed, poppin pills , almost OD'd . troubled teen, troubled mind of a visionary. had a loss for words, heart became the dictionary. hittin every note, writin in my journal, but little did I know my life was turnin to inferno. everything we say is real, served some time in gainesville. meanwhile, folks are sellin pills, to pay the bills. tell me how the fuck that's fair, when there's fuckin millionares who don't have a dime to share but own some timeshares "hell nah". the type of shit is that? swear when this music brings me home ima bring it back, put my city on the map, make my sister glad. type of artist that can rap about the realest facts "word". no truer words, written through my verse. to the universe i'm thankful cuz it could be worse. on a lonely night the moon can see the gangster cry, let the music bring me home, lost in the wild "yeah"
so fuck their opinion ima be gone, runnin' for my life now im feeling so alone grab the pad and pen we gone do it on our own chasin this dream and let the music bring me home yeah (x2)
now I don't mean to be criticizing or nothing like it. I'm just tellin my story about my life and havocs yea I been through some shit and no you can not bag it, just reminiscin and dreamin about the shit that happened, it fucked my life up and made me feel like I wasn't nothin, but it's okay cause I got my shit right and now I'm stuntin, Im livin life like its my last and I ain't stoppin for nothin. I'm pushin through all of the hatin cause they know that they love me, philosophy of probability is under the covers...of my life and every thing that I struggled through...recognized by society it's hard to be humble...im stayin true to who I am and let the haters keep knockin me, they wanna revise who I am and all the shit that I done yeah way back when, uh this is my life and this is my choice not second guessin who I am, cause I'm the realist voice bring me home
so fuck their opinion ima be gone, runnin' for my life now im feeling so alone grab the pad and pen we gone do it on our own chasin this dream and let the music bring me home yeah (x2)