[Verse 1] Whoever said the grass was greener on the other side Never tried to lift a piece of their lawn The pressures of the world wont let up, Im so hungry yet Im fed up I spent half my life tryna get on I never knew the day would come, when I had about 5 records out Still work a day job, livin at my moms house Still hoppin turnstiles, cant catch a taxi Tryin to sell records every week in front of Phat Beats This cant be the way it is for cats I seen on TV If I said I was a rapper, I dont think you would believe me Its easy to make it seem easy to make it But its much harder than the eye can see when its naked You think you can take it, then you needa think again Cause you about to play your hand in a game you cant win, cmon [Hook] Ive gotta find a way times runnin out And theres no time to waste I wont stop, and I wont quit But no one... and no ones gonna get in my way Can even comprehend they dont get it And they wont let me in and Im just tryna make noise, but I never get hurt My backs against the wall But I keep movin... [Verse 2] I cant get a job if I wear my hiphop clothes Cant get a deal if I use my hiphop flows Nobody wants to pay me to do all these hiphop shows Bout time my album dropped, shit is 5 years old! Now Ive been told, patience, this year you gonna make it Then December 31st comes I hear the same shit But Im so close I can taste it Im so next that me and success is adjacent But time is wastin, I aint been getting any younger Cant wait to gain weight, my life is driven by this hunger Shit, I hardly ever sleep yet Im a slepton emcee You dont mention 911 then you aint considered deep But I am the epitome of what a real emcee should be No matter how loud you critics speak, you wont get rid of me! It shouldnt be this much of a struggle and hustle, but it is Shouldnt be this much trouble just to get a couple spins Records should be reaching millions, not just a couple friends But the dollar signs and numbers win, welcome to the biz! Yeah [Hook] [Verse 3] Yo, I get mad frustrated when I rhyme So I sit and write more rhymes to take out my frustrations A infinite loop, and the shit isnt cute My lifestyle on the line, less than a minute to shoot I try kickin the truth to these inquisitive youths But they wont listen to you unless you fit in a group So when I get in the booth, its like Im tryna feed my fam Then someone comes along and just spits in the soup On top of that I got these wannabes, eatin right in front of me! I look em in the eye like that wasnt for you Now I do what I love, and I love what I do It aint my hobby, its my passion, and by now it should be obvious Im sorry kid, I just HATE dealin with these politics Got less in common with rappers than senators and lobbyists And 99.9 of it is who you know The other .01 is how you flow Even if your love for this is infinite with room to grow A demo and a dream aint really gonna get you through the door So by the hairs on my chin and every inch of my skin I play again and again until the day that I win, shit Yeah Thats it yall word up I know yall probably be listenin like Damn what the fuck? Whens this Shit get better? Man, I do not know That means yall know exactly how I feel word up So I did my job thats how I feel every day And we gonna keep it like that My backs against the wall, but I keep movin... QN5! Peace
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