Underestimated
I said I'm feelin' like the greatest, I'm so underrated
Bust out from the underground, and start up conversation
I made this beat myself, the kicks'll knock you to the pavement
Why you always hatin, show no appreciation?
I'm just tryna make it, take off all these payments
I don't want yo mentions, I don't want yo sentence
I don't need no spaceship, I don't need no pain meds
Just give me a beat and I'll go turn it into greatness
My first album flopped in the eyes of the record labels
Doesn't matter, I'm still flyin' with the angels, but
I'm about to snap, criticism has been gettin' to me
Now it's not constructive, they're just shootin' all these arrows through me
But I'm back now, and I'm ready for a fight
Feelin' like McGregor, I'mma make you see some stars tonight
I been doubted for so long, and it's time to prove 'em wrong
So let's go and let the chorus hit yo heart just like a gong
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
Tell me if my words commit a murder, should I even have a thought?
Should I be locked in a cell, for something that you bought?
Should I be criticised because my words are like a knife
Held in someone's hand, when they're all alone at night
I don't have the answers, even though I wish I did
I just wanna help you all, through what I wrote down with this pen
And lay upon these tracks, hopin' that it calms yo nerves
I just want fans in the bleachers, vibin', feelin' all my words
I want you to sing the chorus as the beat knocks in yo head
Rap the verses in the mirror, and forget about yo dread
Prayin' that someday when I am selling out my shows
That you will be there in the crowd, and I can show you how it goes
I think of all these things, as I sit here alone
Up inside the studio, making beats and makin' poems
Makin' projects on the low, plan an album and a show
Simu-Larity and more, coming soon I hope you know
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
Bust out from the underground, and start up conversation
I made this beat myself, the kicks'll knock you to the pavement
Why you always hatin, show no appreciation?
I'm just tryna make it, take off all these payments
I don't want yo mentions, I don't want yo sentence
I don't need no spaceship, I don't need no pain meds
Just give me a beat and I'll go turn it into greatness
My first album flopped in the eyes of the record labels
Doesn't matter, I'm still flyin' with the angels, but
I'm about to snap, criticism has been gettin' to me
Now it's not constructive, they're just shootin' all these arrows through me
But I'm back now, and I'm ready for a fight
Feelin' like McGregor, I'mma make you see some stars tonight
I been doubted for so long, and it's time to prove 'em wrong
So let's go and let the chorus hit yo heart just like a gong
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
Tell me if my words commit a murder, should I even have a thought?
Should I be locked in a cell, for something that you bought?
Should I be criticised because my words are like a knife
Held in someone's hand, when they're all alone at night
I don't have the answers, even though I wish I did
I just wanna help you all, through what I wrote down with this pen
And lay upon these tracks, hopin' that it calms yo nerves
I just want fans in the bleachers, vibin', feelin' all my words
I want you to sing the chorus as the beat knocks in yo head
Rap the verses in the mirror, and forget about yo dread
Prayin' that someday when I am selling out my shows
That you will be there in the crowd, and I can show you how it goes
I think of all these things, as I sit here alone
Up inside the studio, making beats and makin' poems
Makin' projects on the low, plan an album and a show
Simu-Larity and more, coming soon I hope you know
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this mirophone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I will never let you up, you will not get out my grasp
If you think I'm being rude, kiss my disrespectful ass
Motherfuckers wanna test me, then you better come on up
Step up to this microphone, if you're thinkin' you're all tough
I've been underestimated, they said I won't make it
If you think I fake it, I'll blow yo expectations
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Writer(s): Christopher Harmon
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