Opinions of a pheasant don’t mean sh#t to a king
Going through the comment section give f#ck what they think
Staring at my own reflection yeah like what i see
School of hard knock attendance something like what it be
Went to college but too often i would skip the lesson
Yeah i got the frame but realised it was a bad investment
Buying time after freshman year so i could reinvest it
Put my money where my mouth it bought a mic, now class it be in session
Couldn’t pay the cash for beats
But when a man learns how to fish, it lasts forever how he eats
When it turned to an obsession working turns into a dream
A passion starting to escape now that’s a very scary thing
Sometimes i feel i did it backwards
Tried my plan b and plan c and ain’t put rap first
But f#ck it, i guess my that degree funded my plans thirst
I look at younger me and i be thankful because that worked
Everyday late nights, juggle music with the job
Lunch break, my car, pulling up unfinished songs
I’m working on it like the deadline is due
I’m praying i’m making it out of this soon
Back to the job that i don’t wanna peruse
Back to contemplating my future moves
I write a verse to mix that same afternoon
And i ain’t sleep until the project is through
Was on a quest and i got caught up chasing dopamine
Was on a quest and i got caught up chasing doper things
Was on a quest and i got caught up aiming hopelessly
Put that all to rest, i fixed a mess and then i wrote the beats
Like that’s a kid that lacked wisdom
Tried to fill a gap i felt was missing
With some sh#t that pushed me back into the system
Now too often i find myself sitting
In a room full of clouds but i ain’t puffing no smoke
In a room full of doubt, like everybody lost hope
Ain’t nobody can believe, ain’t nobody chasing dreams
Stuck up in the same routine, like ain’t nobody see more
Feel like everybody be settling
For a life they know that they deserve better then
Childhood dreams become irrelevant
Change to flip the script like highlight click and edit it
Everybody sticks to status quo
Like taking a step back a direction you can’t go
The wrong direction be worse then being on hold
95% the time a 9-5 is just a fold
That’s a life i can’t be living in
Looking at the game no way that i can let it slip
Had to be next up not never
Jumping in the head first knew i wanted this forever
But i ain’t folding under pressure
Like a diamond in the rough you adding more i’m getting better
Making sure you ain’t forget it
Keep score no body level
Hit the gas up on the peddle, lapping all before i settle, damn
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