The Road

Taking my time Got a million notes No, I don't got a team I just do it alone I've been working so hard I make goal after goal You may see it as nothing But I'm seeing the road I'm never gonna be what they want me to be If you don't like that, it's a problem with me But I don't really care what you're gonna think of me I'm just living up my life I'm just doing me Write a song, make a beat Ain't it clear to see That I put in all the work that's needed for me to be me Everything that I want to be Anything that I want to be It doesn't matter what they say So you should drown 'em out I promise they only acting Like they have found you out If you can't say it to my face Then you should sound it out Because I couldn't care less About the things you talk about Yea, The place I can get lost in The place I can release my soul With all it's deepest contents I crave space, I save face My safe place, I need it I chase the embrace Of the bass, imma beat it Taking my time Got a million notes No, I don't got a team I just do it alone I've been working so hard I make goal after goal You may see it as nothing But i'm seeing the road This ain't game for me It's truly for myself I'm underestimated I'm on a lower shelf Yet I know what I'm worth Nobody can Match Dopest fish in the sea Nobody can catch I be swimming in a lane That nobody can pass And I'm racing in the game Started making my laps Taking music seriously I can still hear 'em laugh But Imma keep a clear mind Til they're hearing me laugh I do this everyday Since I was just a youngin I'm coming with the music Cause I really seem to love it I'm making what is me Cause I am nothing like the rest Giving this my all But I am no one to impress I am an outcast That is trying to outlast The artist putting out trash That is just not rap It's supposed to be real Not for appeal Not for the clout Not even the money Or getting a deal You'll never be great You're stuck with the hate You're stuck at the gate So you should enjoy You're minute of fame Cause I can not take Another minute today I don't want to hear it They will never remember your name So what do you say to that What do you say to this I'm making fire tracks You never raced with this I've got more to come You got a taste of it Taking hip hop back You got a lazy grip