Lyrics: And we’re back on the game, and we replay it the same, with a rap career with an unknown name, with a reputation still not seen as tame, and caught between the frame, of a bounty that can be claimed, but still hearing victim sets me aflame, even though I continue with no aim, or purpose so I counter-claim, and call out a name, even though everything I do is the bane, (of my existence) I start it up, plan it with a cover up, and I go and follow up, and wallow uh… in the ten views slowly going up, but I blast through while still just warming up, but soon anyways I’m kinda stuck. But as far as I know that's kinda my luck, been hit only once but it still really struck, I hate things I do and the work that sucks, I hate the feeling of being seen through like dust, I hate when people don’t respect rappers like us, I HATE when I’ve still sought after even with no trust, I hate the times when my lifes been discussed, and I’ve been stuck as just, someone wrong with self disgust, only stuck here like knife with rust, and still only stuck here because I really must, keep going thinking I’m dangerous, but day by day it begins to adjust, as I’m fading away just like stardust. Sometimes I really dislike myself, I do things wrong but I’m still rottin’ in wealth, It’s annoying how I’m still sought after compared to anyone else, I’ve been treated right to many times, I’ve been only chasing things that rhyme, I’ve been livin’ it up compared to everyone’s lifetimes. But you know. Just sometimes. Really anytimes. I dislike myself. I’ve been labeled as better, but I’d be preferring a goal-setter, I’m cold as ice but I still wear a sweater, my songs don’t rise like trendsetter, more seen as a wrecker, but more like a C.D more than a record, thats what I referred, I spit out a word, a complex one but still seen as absurd, but fame is what I would have preferred, if you don’t understand your dumb it was inferred, my life clashes together blurred, like I’ve been running through a herd, and everytime I rap I stay as unheard, I rap faster and smarter but appearance is still a nerd, when I think of lyrics they fly by whirred, I’m trying I’m trying I’m trying to be heard, but after all the sideways beginning is the word.
Me for everything. :,)
