How the F**k Did This Happen...
We gon suffer for our art
Off rip
That's just a mandatory that comes with it, you feel me
You never know until your song drops
If that shit is really gon be a banger
Niggas know it in the stu
But like at the end of the day
You not gon know how the public feels about until it drops
That's just one thing that comes with it bro
But all the positive feedback bro
Just take that and use that as gas bro when your tank get low, you feel me
Why the fuck did rapping have to be passion
Some people take me serious and some are laughing
With this music shit it's either you coasting over or crashing
Jesus Christ tell me how the fuck did this happen
I'm not sposed to ask questions but I needs answers nigga
The shit they do for life is sicker than cancer nigga
Why not a doctor or chemist, stead of concocting a sentence just wanna stop and be finished with all this banter nigga
Just wanted something stable
Tried to live a normal life but I just wasn't able
And now I'm feeling hateful
Shit is painful coulda went to a school sports or a team
Mama want my ass in class but still supporting my dreams
If I don't make it now what
I screw that trust up
Cuz I was out here chasing a fantasy like a dumb fuck
I was never in it for all the checks I could run up
Cuz in my darkest places creating would bring the sun up
Fuck
Why the fuck did rapping have to keep me sane
And made it easy to deal with all of this pain
Now I'm bothered cuz my father has made his mark in the game
But got the short end of the stick and I'm thinking I'll get the same
I put my demons in my notes so these niggas can stop surrounding me
If music ain't stressful now, I know it's bound to be
And my pops keep on telling me how he's proud of me
But part of me doesn't think this niggas allowed to be
My mama needs all the credit
Supplying guidance cuz I ain't know where tf I was headed
I'm an emotional man, yeah mother fucker I said it
Expressing myself will stop me from aiming right where yo head is
This shits embedded in me
Why the fuck is rapping keeping me alive
And there's no back up plan I put on the side
I ain't rapping bout some shit I don't have cuz of my pride
You doing this for attention
I'm doing this to survive
Off rip
That's just a mandatory that comes with it, you feel me
You never know until your song drops
If that shit is really gon be a banger
Niggas know it in the stu
But like at the end of the day
You not gon know how the public feels about until it drops
That's just one thing that comes with it bro
But all the positive feedback bro
Just take that and use that as gas bro when your tank get low, you feel me
Why the fuck did rapping have to be passion
Some people take me serious and some are laughing
With this music shit it's either you coasting over or crashing
Jesus Christ tell me how the fuck did this happen
I'm not sposed to ask questions but I needs answers nigga
The shit they do for life is sicker than cancer nigga
Why not a doctor or chemist, stead of concocting a sentence just wanna stop and be finished with all this banter nigga
Just wanted something stable
Tried to live a normal life but I just wasn't able
And now I'm feeling hateful
Shit is painful coulda went to a school sports or a team
Mama want my ass in class but still supporting my dreams
If I don't make it now what
I screw that trust up
Cuz I was out here chasing a fantasy like a dumb fuck
I was never in it for all the checks I could run up
Cuz in my darkest places creating would bring the sun up
Fuck
Why the fuck did rapping have to keep me sane
And made it easy to deal with all of this pain
Now I'm bothered cuz my father has made his mark in the game
But got the short end of the stick and I'm thinking I'll get the same
I put my demons in my notes so these niggas can stop surrounding me
If music ain't stressful now, I know it's bound to be
And my pops keep on telling me how he's proud of me
But part of me doesn't think this niggas allowed to be
My mama needs all the credit
Supplying guidance cuz I ain't know where tf I was headed
I'm an emotional man, yeah mother fucker I said it
Expressing myself will stop me from aiming right where yo head is
This shits embedded in me
Why the fuck is rapping keeping me alive
And there's no back up plan I put on the side
I ain't rapping bout some shit I don't have cuz of my pride
You doing this for attention
I'm doing this to survive
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Writer(s): Candell Shaffer
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