Self Made (Lyricist Ballad)

I've been making plays since the twelfth grade
No mumble trap we upgrade
Rap track star but you running late
Yeah, they be running late
And if you mess up there ain't no grace
Not even for the ones that got a place
No ghostwriters we self made
Yeah we self made

I'mma tell you something that will change up your life
Hip-Hop is in a struggle but we turning the tide
All the love'n drug'n money causin' crisis'n strife
You refuse to take advice, so you toss up the dice
Sittin' there with models, poppin' bottles on ice
Pushin' to the limit no stoppin' full throttle on life
Head into the studio hangover still on your mind
So you keep droppin' pills til' you overdose and die
Now wait, lemme formulate, the amount of hate, that is
Running all over my plate, gotta chase, gotta go after the greats
No wonder I let all of this weight accumulate I shake it off it stays
An extra day that never pays, and this is my problem with dollars
We got girls acting matured dressin' up like Madonna
Hopping out of their momma's two thousand and seven Honda
We gave up on lyricism two thousand eleven is karma
All the mumble crap I'm hearin' is causin' me trauma
Stop faking these stories of poppin glocks off when you rap
Or cooking dope in a pot when you never lived in the trap
Cuz I'm telling you right when I say that I'm illiterate
It means I'm ill with these words when I'm not considered it
They say when life gives you lemons then you make lemonade
Most of you worry about the next minute but I know my minutes made
And I will continue to play this game and I will be callin' out the fakes
With all the hype on their side but they ain't finishing this race and I've been

I've been making plays since the twelfth grade
No mumble trap we upgrade
Rap track star but you running late
Yeah, they be running late
And if you mess up there ain't no grace
Not even for the ones that got a place
No ghostwriters we self made
Yeah we self made

Walking a straight path but my head is spinning
No one can tell this hurt I'm feeling
Saying you get it is the worst pretending
Losing every second you ain't never gonna understand it
Tighten up my boots but then I loosen up my lyrics I am
Hyping up my crew, until everyone's hysteric I am
Speaking a different language you probably think it's Egyptian
Chicken scratch on this paper looking like hieroglyphics
Everything about the money you can spend it you can give it
But if you need to lend it to a friend, you can forget it
Cuz the money ain't coming back, even if you boomerang it
Once you throw it in the air it's there for the taking
Everybody wanna Bugatti with a mansion and a hottie
Bragging about your self, while your thoughts are suiciding
To your questions never finding all the answers to your crying
What's the point of living life, when your too busy hiding?
Confided to a wall that won't say nothing back
Falling on a floor that won't pick you up fast
Crawling to the door that you know when you reach it
Won't even open up it'll leave you locked in your past
It'll pick apart every little decision you missing
Precision isn't a forte if you shooting through mist and
Remember whenever the weather never shaped your position
Firing all pistons my intention is to continue my mission
Looking back at my life, and I was plagued with conflictions
Realized that I was the only one who was setting restrictions
Never listened to my father said I commanded decisions
But I'm back focusing every focal point to attention
Never needed supervision but I got the super vision
You thinking I won't make it that is just a superstition
Conditioned to handle any sort of negative criticism
This is me spitting the minimum, I'mma continue to deliver
Delivery worthy of mentioning continually
Through space time continuum I am wrecking this phonetically
I got the lyrics glitching out like you losing connectivity
Making a name for myself I want to do respectfully
Rapping eternity fifty times infinity
Forgetting my amenities seeking enemies who befriended me
Learning humility from this industry
Admittedly I have agility that is why I'm speaking so freely and I've been

I've been making plays since the twelfth grade
No mumble trap we upgrade
Rap track star but you running late
Yeah, they be running late
And if you mess up there ain't no grace
Not even for the ones that got a place
No ghostwriters we self made
Yeah we self made