My Mic

I know I am not at large status, I know I have not made it
I am not a pop star rocking out in Las Vegas
Sauciepoo's an oddball y'all, I'd rather not make it
Tryna take it totally in tune in fame or not, I hate it
So I've spoken bits about ownership, so committed I own the shit
Focused spitting my flow in this and I show commitment by going in
And I don't gotta get a profit to be dope
I knock a hit and call it what I want, them honest flows
I'm tryna find the truth, rhyming to inspire you
Buying all my time a dime a dozen, I denied my youth
While I ignite the booth, mind inside a fire tune
I find my muse and I can do it all despite the rules

I never sold drugs, and I've never been affiliated
With any kind of gang, so everything I sang is somehow so underrated
I don't got that hustle, I don't got that grind
Got no god damn public that owns my life
But ey, it's my mic

I do it cuz I love it, when I do it I have fun with it
Loving counts for something so I hum, I'm never done spitting
Y'all can follow money, but I suggest you pick your gut, get it?
Y'all don't gotta prove what you get done to anyone, bet it
So your flow's unknown when you wrote the raps, so alone in that cul-de-sac
No commotion and no reactions, so? You wrote it for solely passion
And what matters is you have it in what you say
The truly vivid euphemisms soothing any pain
So breathe in the vocals, squeeze it and hold it, you own it
You know that only you control what you flow and set into motion
When every hope's a locomotive and going
It's gonna roll with the blows and grow into focus, emotion, and soul

I do it cuz I love it, it's okay that I have not made it
I own it like I want it, I ain't afraid cuz you cannot take it
And everything I spit's the best few minutes of my life
Get to thinking and write then I get it written, aight?
This thing is mine, mission and vision collide
I get it in and define who I am, defying the rhyme cuz I