For Now...
I done lost my drive
I been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
I just lost my job
I might resort to crime
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind man
Goin out my
Eviction notice got me manic
I been trying not to panic
Man I might resort to trapping
It's just damn I hate that traffic
Shit I will hit the lab quick
Trying to make a damn hit
Vask just hit me up just told me
"Where the hell u at bitch?
Pull up to the stew quick
We could make a few hits"
This shit here that true shit
My music
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
I just lost my job
Man I might resort to crime
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
Now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
But for now I got these
Too afraid to fail and it lead to my demise
How the fuck could I prevail if I never even tried
So I got up off my ass and I got up in the lab
I stopped lying to myself, I ain't give it all I had
Like I said I did
I ain't even really give a fraction
Back in high school I ain't have no fucking friends jus only rapping
Now I got some fam I'm trying to move inside some mansions
Now I got some hoes who want me that shit a distraction
I fell off a couple years I finally got my passion back
They mad at that
Bitch I really does this shit
I never had no luck wit it
I'd rap and get some shrugs and shit
Or kill a show and have that whole bitch jumping
Just to ride home on the bus and shit
Next day table-bussing shit
Like I wasn't just the shit
Like four hours before I punched in this little weak establishment
I had a whole crowd chanting shit
We trying to be established men
I just need a bad hoe with me like Mary Magdalene
I ask God forgiveness even though I'm what he crafted
What's a motherfucker to a fucking lucky bastard
I ask God forgiveness even though I'm what he crafted
What's a motherfucker to a lucky bastard
I been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
I just lost my job
I might resort to crime
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind man
Goin out my
Eviction notice got me manic
I been trying not to panic
Man I might resort to trapping
It's just damn I hate that traffic
Shit I will hit the lab quick
Trying to make a damn hit
Vask just hit me up just told me
"Where the hell u at bitch?
Pull up to the stew quick
We could make a few hits"
This shit here that true shit
My music
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
I just lost my job
Man I might resort to crime
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
Now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
But for now I got these rhymes
For now I got these rhymes
I done lost my drive
Been cooped up inside
I been going out my mind
But for now I got these
Too afraid to fail and it lead to my demise
How the fuck could I prevail if I never even tried
So I got up off my ass and I got up in the lab
I stopped lying to myself, I ain't give it all I had
Like I said I did
I ain't even really give a fraction
Back in high school I ain't have no fucking friends jus only rapping
Now I got some fam I'm trying to move inside some mansions
Now I got some hoes who want me that shit a distraction
I fell off a couple years I finally got my passion back
They mad at that
Bitch I really does this shit
I never had no luck wit it
I'd rap and get some shrugs and shit
Or kill a show and have that whole bitch jumping
Just to ride home on the bus and shit
Next day table-bussing shit
Like I wasn't just the shit
Like four hours before I punched in this little weak establishment
I had a whole crowd chanting shit
We trying to be established men
I just need a bad hoe with me like Mary Magdalene
I ask God forgiveness even though I'm what he crafted
What's a motherfucker to a fucking lucky bastard
I ask God forgiveness even though I'm what he crafted
What's a motherfucker to a lucky bastard
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Gutierrez
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