[Verse 1] 247 grind I got no time to waste No breaks Im already on my twentieth mixtape 104 degrees along with symptoms and stress Unless Im dead there is no room for rest Though I give my life for this career I know I aint receiving no claps or cheers And its weird how others receive more love than me When they havent even worked as hard as me Like am I too uncool or am I too abstract? Cause theyd be looking at me like Im all wack Like whats up with that? Man that aint fair I dont get my share they dont give me no care I dont want no fame or attention Im just desperate for some respect and recognition Tryna get people to like, subscribe, and follow Just tryna get some fans and a tiny little bravo And I know the crowd praises out of courtesy Cause none of them would ever commend me personally They will only truly applaud when I succeed But thats a possibility that seems almost unlikely Not even my friends and family take me seriously Like seriously the people closest to me Dont even believe in me just how messed up is that One day Imma show you all that I can really rap Uh, the most prolific in the making My purpose and my dreams are mine for the taking Feelings on display I wear my heart on my sleeve Working with passion as I compose this harsh symphony And if you dont like it you aint gotta listen So stop wasting your time tryna put me out of position Satisfactions for suckers Whether you hate it or you love it you will respect it Cause I hustle hard I dont need no leachers Like the players who win from warming the bleachers But whats the point of working effortlessly If I aint rising in any way eminently Pounded by the words that people say to me Nothing but the widespread malice to receive The most hated, the most infamous Always recognized as some form of cheap entertainment Treat others the same way you want them to treat you I guess all of you wanna feel these burning flames too Be in my shoes and tell me how fun it is To live and be passive to the scorn that people give Cursed throne only but a short lived victory Win everything to lose everything what misery Curtain call, I thank the whole audience Other than my tears it aint nothing but silence
seriously, receive, leachers, eminently, tryna