Miss a Chance
I'm putting time in my rhymes and you hatin'
Giving sense to my vibe but you fakin'
That's because I've been through shit you've never felt and
You still acting like your life is hell well
Mine is under that
But I'm getting used to it
My dream is far but I can still view see it
No one in here put a gun to my head saying: "You have to pursue it!"
Damn right
I'm all alone in this shit
No friends or family ain't paying my bills
No one told me I had to work twice as hard
To get to this place where y'all already live
I wasn't born in this shit
But I grew up in it
I was given this world
And I blew up in it
And I don't care if your favourite rapper
Is a phenomenon
I can still out stand him with no viewers innit?
But what's the point of it though?
The point is no matter the numbers
The odds ain't never in my favour
So I'm doing this shit for myself
And I don't care if it ain't your flavour
I don't care if it's your cup of tea or your taste
'Cuz I already spilled that shit
You hater
Never cared about the numbers
Now you wonder
How I keep up with this pace?
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Bitch what do you know?
Uh?
I'm puttin' my time in this shit
Grindin' alone
Ain't got time for your shit
And as soon as I'm finishing this
I'm back in the booth writing more of it since
I'm never satisfied
With the things that I did
Most of y'all would've stopped
After the first few hits
But my vision's more
So open your ears
I got thousands songs
That'll crush all ur hits
Crush all ur hits
It is part of my list
Next to hustling more
And taking more risks
Taking more risks
Hope that it syncs
Never did this for the drinks or the chicks
Or the dollars and checks
My intention is to go all in
With no cards from the deck
I'll make my own steps
Make my own luck
And pay all my debts
You don't know me yet
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Talking about me but I'm elevating to the music
rhythm in my head is going like it's fucking therapeutic
Healin' all my scars when you see my songs and you instantly click
I may sound like a prick but I will diss you for no reason I am lyrically sick
Mentally ill
Syllables alined like mandem when I aim with my nine
Aim with my pen
My ink will hurt more than a gloc or a 10
I will leave the studio
Won't turn off the microphone
Let it record all my life
'Cuz these songs are more than just audios
Can't u hear blood spill at the end of every line?
That's the cost of my every song
And every rhyme
Is for every time
I fell from heights
And felt so down
While you looked at the ground
And never asked if I'm fine
Giving sense to my vibe but you fakin'
That's because I've been through shit you've never felt and
You still acting like your life is hell well
Mine is under that
But I'm getting used to it
My dream is far but I can still view see it
No one in here put a gun to my head saying: "You have to pursue it!"
Damn right
I'm all alone in this shit
No friends or family ain't paying my bills
No one told me I had to work twice as hard
To get to this place where y'all already live
I wasn't born in this shit
But I grew up in it
I was given this world
And I blew up in it
And I don't care if your favourite rapper
Is a phenomenon
I can still out stand him with no viewers innit?
But what's the point of it though?
The point is no matter the numbers
The odds ain't never in my favour
So I'm doing this shit for myself
And I don't care if it ain't your flavour
I don't care if it's your cup of tea or your taste
'Cuz I already spilled that shit
You hater
Never cared about the numbers
Now you wonder
How I keep up with this pace?
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Bitch what do you know?
Uh?
I'm puttin' my time in this shit
Grindin' alone
Ain't got time for your shit
And as soon as I'm finishing this
I'm back in the booth writing more of it since
I'm never satisfied
With the things that I did
Most of y'all would've stopped
After the first few hits
But my vision's more
So open your ears
I got thousands songs
That'll crush all ur hits
Crush all ur hits
It is part of my list
Next to hustling more
And taking more risks
Taking more risks
Hope that it syncs
Never did this for the drinks or the chicks
Or the dollars and checks
My intention is to go all in
With no cards from the deck
I'll make my own steps
Make my own luck
And pay all my debts
You don't know me yet
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Don't wanna miss it
Na I don't wanna miss a chance
If I can't make it
I'll tie a rope and let it hang
I'm not rolling dices
I know my luck it ain't highly ranked
Yet see i'm persistent
Don't have a fuel
I'm an empty tank
Talking about me but I'm elevating to the music
rhythm in my head is going like it's fucking therapeutic
Healin' all my scars when you see my songs and you instantly click
I may sound like a prick but I will diss you for no reason I am lyrically sick
Mentally ill
Syllables alined like mandem when I aim with my nine
Aim with my pen
My ink will hurt more than a gloc or a 10
I will leave the studio
Won't turn off the microphone
Let it record all my life
'Cuz these songs are more than just audios
Can't u hear blood spill at the end of every line?
That's the cost of my every song
And every rhyme
Is for every time
I fell from heights
And felt so down
While you looked at the ground
And never asked if I'm fine
Credits
Writer(s): Dariush Sharaghi
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