Album Fears

Well, this is Elijah's Heart pt two So I might as well just be honest I think I'm scared that this ain't good as my last shit Been lacking passion, relaxing instead of rapping If I ever smoke an eighth, then you prolly wont hear a fraction Of how good I really am but now I wonder if it matters My only fear is average And the devil use his tactics To be sure that every time a nigga stream get met with static You see I'm hot If I was Luke a nigga'd never be a maverick Or I'm cold, thats how I started the last one What happened? Bunch of hoop dreams And telling y'all about it Y'all don't even know what 'hoop' means Pull my own shoe strings Wear my own T shirts I'm Fighting off my mood swings They telling me they love it I'm like damn you coulda fooled me I hear you play that nigga song And I just killed the same beat Now I think you only really like it cuz it ain't me How come my music only time that you wont play me? I ain't seen this many niggas jumping ship since fuckin slavery I can't write a hook though They telling me just write I'm like you ain't gon play this shit though Might listen for the cliff notes Might listen for a lyric I got captions in my spirit I be taking flight for cheap And niggas hate on my experience Drop a bar right in a sentence Then you say that you ain't get it Used to point out every line Til momma said forget it If they get it then they get it If they dont then they just missed it Be humble You shouldn't have to point out that you this gifted That just screams you sitting screaming out for recognition Yea I know your voice travels But silence will go the distance Thats just little wisdom Now I'm back to all the bitches And all the money clothes and hoes And all the shit you will remember Why the f*ck I gotta lie? I ain't gotta dollar to my name I know some niggas that could feel my fuckin pain My only bad purchase is when I bought a fuckin chain I can't rap that long Cuz I'm knowing that y'all brain Can't handle it Worried bout your views now I'm sitting here mishandling Shoulda lost that from all the days I'm in the vanagon Really lost my passion then just blamed it on time management I used to make music till my talent became vanishing Now I'm feeling like I'm just locked in If I ain't popped yet, maybe look for better options I'm just fuckin scared of another project flopping I'm just fucking scared that you over look the work That a nigga put in Just for me to fucking drop it And this is so strange cuz I don't care what niggas think But money from my dreams dependent on you niggas streams All I got is my heart And the connection to a beat And the lessons that I learned So let me tell you what it means I shoulda wrote a fucking hook They ain't gon listen to you king Swear to God It really is just you and me You should have wrote a fuckin hook Just close your heart and lose the key Cut the roots that be flowing to your tree You should have wrote a fuckin hook Just give 'em shit to sing along Who wanna think while they listen to a song You should have wrote a fuckin hook And maybe this shit getting better But better off just for you to say whatever You should have wrote a fucking hook And I ain't saying that you wrong I'm just wanting them to listen to your songs You should have wrote a fucking