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It’s necessary that I catch you up to speed Lot more behind the scenes then what you seeing in my feeds Spent two years straight on the road chasing down my dreams Lost in the scene, almost forgot what home means Fuck sleep, I bet it all on the team I don’t stress it, count my blessings I’m a king! I’m a king! And regard us, we all good and just know we all still movin’ like y’all should ‘Cause when this game switch positions, I don’t let it blur the vision Every verse I spit, it’s like I’m on a murder mission The clock ticking, better get to work, tired of mom’s living for the first with an empty purse Ghetto curse with a bunch of dirty money I can’t clean Half these rappers you take they autotune off, they can’t sing I ain’t hating, boy, I use it too So fuck you judging from your cubicle ‘cause something sounding new to you? And you want to know what’s sounding old to me? A bunch of broke niggas talking ‘bout where they supposed to be How many motivational tweets do you got to see, ‘fore you finally believe in yourself? You got help then it’s on you Better do what you gotta do Take it from me, Young De, I live the impossible No radio records, no real record deal, no real appeal, just a bunch of verses everybody feels They say skill is overrated now and my age’ll weigh me down One day they’ll be happy that this old dog stayed around I play the pound like a vet I got pounds on deck Letras de cancionesI break it down with respect Let’s go (Shit ain’t been easy for me I appreciate the grind though, and the support.) Was feeling underrated and under-appreciated Then I checked my bank statements and re-evaluated Far from a millionaire, but even farther from the top Rhyming, water boiling over the stove. I was really there Vivid memories of packing bags back in Philly Girl looking at me silly Said I’m moving out to L.A. Yeah they ‘bout to feel me I’m ‘bout to make it with this rap, it’s either that or kill me I’m even farther from the hype, man, you might have first seen on stage Standing right next to legends like a mic stand Thinking “what a life”, damn But I only made two-fifty a show And I got lost in the sauce trying to floss on the road I would come back home more broke than I’d left Use liquor to cope with stress, I was deeply depressed I had hope, yes. You see, I never lost sight of that Because I love to talk my shit, bitch, light a match (Hey nigga, we ‘bout to go out there and do our thing, before we do that you know how we do nigga, lets cheers up. And thank God bless us even though this world stressing. Now let’s go shut it down.) From Letras Mania