Life of an Artist (feat. Gully Classics)

Now or never said my mama Go out there and show your flows Even though these hoes try to steal your show When it comes to being smart, you're the one who stands apart You're the GOAT, a star that glows Inspiration to ones who are close No matter where you go, don't forget your home The place you've grown, Sirpur Kaghaznagar town Every single street you've roamed Even though you move to Rome Ay yo! I'm here to tell a story while walking down this road I'll tell you all about my glory in this episode I'm in beast mode My bars are locked and loaded I don't need to get promoted Before you spit your comment Straight out of convent, I moved me to Hyderabad city with a million dreams I felt alone without a team Away from home suffocated in this hole Wanted to scream But the scheme of things didn't seem for me to be seen I mean I chose to be, closed inside, couldn't show my pride I always hide behind a smile At the time of 8 mile I started to rhyme Now I'm hitting new primes huge climb in a short time Why am I mistaken? Why am I the satan? Why am I mistaken? Why am I the satan? They call me to clubs and play my songs They want me to forget the days I used to pray To be paid, I was patient preying on my chance I'm self made where were you when I needed your aid I stayed on my path while you strayed As a kid I was frustrated but now these bars I spit are your grades I hate to tell you the truth The people you worship are nothing but cruel I'm a renegade, I ain't afraid that they're gonna shoot You see can't move you're stuck in your boots That they're starting to grow roots Look at you wearing suits While I go to war and chew the unforbidden fruit I don't give a f*ck about the competition I need no recognition In my bones, in my soul I know my death is close Watch your step these are thorns even though you see a Rose This is how we're intertwined I suppose I overdose on some coke through my nose Run around with clothes and do shows I pose with those who wait for a photo Go home and turn my thoughts into poems Not even God can judge me Now come with me if you feel me I'm raising an army who have Nothing to offer me But listen to my music and Walk with me through my block Who talk to me and rock with me around the clock I took my knocks Now I pull up my socks Cause my life is a mess at its Best I gotta hold onto my chest Or the stress will explode Through my dress I'm depressed and pour my distress Through these rhymes I express the pain exploding in my veins I'm mistaken for a saint, which I ain't I'm not the Bat, nor the Wayne, I'm Mr. Bane Source of your pain morse code of the game, worst enemy at the gate, An enigma to your brain The giants awake Poking himself Spitting venom again But then I see my mom is leaving and I'm begging Please don't leave me mom I'll be a good son I don't wanna be in the hospital It's chemical as the doctor says There ain't nothing wrong with me mom It all begun when I was a kid I used to see these visions Now I'm writing to the rhythm With the mission to show you My hidden prison