Year End Freestyle

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Raise your fucking glasses in the air, let's have a toast
We made it to the fucking end, so let's do the most

Yeah, it's really been a hell of a year
No clue where I'mma start
Cause the way it panned out ain't exactly what I thought
Been battling my demons that were hiding in the dark
While knocking all my goals out the motherfucking park
This year I really learned how to toughen up my heart
Kicked this shit in high gear and neglected all my scars
Sacrificed my peace and the money for the art
And I guess I sorta kinda made my mark but
Honestly I want a whole lot more
I did a couple shows but man I want a sold out tour
But at the same time I need to practice my gratitude
Cause often times I be undermining the magnitude
Of all the ground covered and everything I've achieved
Some of those goals were even bigger than my dreams
I did in one year what many couldn't do in three
And somehow a nigga still isn't pleased

I guess my circumstance is a contributing factor
And making money fast is my only real answer
Unfortunately no one pays your boy to be a rapper
So in hindsight resigning set ya boy a step backwards
Now I'm blacklisted at twenty two
Got so many problems that I'm living through
Had to leave my job even though the money really had me living smooth
Cause being treated like a slave is what I couldn't do
Yeah, and the music is what I'd rather do
I couldn't sacrifice my character for the capital
I had to choose between a normal life and follow every rule
Or make shit shake for the money how the strippers do
Yeah, heartbroken at twenty two
Family tribulations that I'm living through
Had to cut my parents off before I did something too critical
Cause I just can't overlook what they put me through

Yeah, prioritising peace of mind
Even if it means I got to block you off my line
Even if it means I got to leave you all behind
It's the price that I'mma pay just to go and get what's mine
Cause if I told you all the times I had depression on mind
Or all the times a nigga had a thought of suicide
Or all the times I tried you would probably think it's lies
But I ain't tryna get nobody here to sit and sympathise, man
Cause to be honest I got problems of my own
Like sitting in a home with nobody to console
I'd probably drown my pain if a nigga wasn't broke
So instead I sit alone making music for the soul
And to the man my sister chose to try and build a home
The same bitch nigga that's addicted to the coke
Who puts his hands on women cause he hasn't got a spine
Just know I chose to let go and let God

If I acted outta pride shit that nigga would've died
And if it wasn't for my sister, man he wouldn't be alive
But the part that kills me is that she's standing by his side
While I lie every night wiping tears from my eyes but
Don't get it twisted I ain't tryna make amends
I'm just tryna show this pussy just how close he is to death
If he ever puts his dirty fucking hands on her again
I swear to God I'll bury him with his family and friends
My minds been a mess, man I really need some rest
Cause 2022's been the toughest of the tests
But nevertheless we was moving like the best
Behind the scenes I know I had a lot of niggas stressed
Met some of my favourite rappers in the game at Streetfest
I won't mention names but overall I'm not impressed
Cause the music still bless but their attitudes a mess
Got me re-evaluating what it means to have success

Does having more mean you treat a person like they less
Does finding all the riches mean you slowly lose respect
Man I'd rather lose a leg before I ever lose a sense
Of myself all because of a motherfucking cheque
To all you motherfuckers that was hating with your friends
I hope that me winning made you die a slow death
And to the ones who showed love I hope you stay blessed
And I hope you stick around for what is on the way next
I'm right at the edge and I'm hanging by a thread
And right below my feet is the glory and success
I'll confidently say with my motherfucking chest
In 2023 Jonny Grove is up next, on God