Chronicles

Yeah Before I start this off, I just want to say like I want this more than anything And it's still early on but Sometimes I don't know how much more I can sacrifice I don't know how much more I got left in me But I got this, here I'mma tell you this story while I'm blazing Shit that's a chronicle (Get it?) I grew up just a little different (How?) Didn't have many common goals Childhood homies turned out to be snakes Shit, that's diabolical Did I do something? Probable, but I am not responsible For their opinions of me, I'm a human, shit I bleed And sometimes I lie about my feelings Drop down to knees and plead And think "why oh why God me" Like we talk regularly Knowing damn well he's shaking his head every single day at me Oh Lord, I am not the greatest person on this Earth And sometimes I get caught up inside this curse To try to prove to all these fucking pricks my worth When I can't convince myself of my own worth (No I can't) How the f*ck am I supposed to move onward (Onward) When I've been pinned down by these clowns since my birth F*ck the fame, I rather just wear my Hanes shirt And be buried six feet deep 'fore I eat dirt (Yeah, nah) This game has changed me this early on (How?) Trust issues developed long beforehand But it's gotten worse as I've gone on to meet (What) Some of these OG greats and work with them But do they just want my bucks Or do they actually respect me for my skill, but my luck They probably think I suck (Yeah) And scam me out my money for features The labels look your way to sign you But then place you on bleachers And all that shit you learn 'bout yourself is not taught by them teachers Snakes peeping you on the Gram, till you blow up Like your the creeper (Ha) And that's just some real shit Even when my foot's off the gas, I'm still lit Have the power to fill up a building With people who respect me if I feel it In my bloodstream to live a dream I've been busy ducking behind the scenes But it's time I get more caked up Then I already fucking be Oh Lord, I am not the greatest person on this Earth And sometimes I get caught up inside this curse To try to prove to all these fucking pricks my worth When I can't convince myself of my own worth (No I can't) How the f*ck am I supposed to move onward (Onward) When I've been pinned down by these clowns since my birth F*ck the fame, I rather just wear my Hanes shirt And be buried six feet deep 'fore I eat dirt (Yeah, nah) Nah I'm not gonna let me down again In the back of my mind I can see me standing in A real studio, in front of crowds again Or perform in front of a crowd to just begin Never once again sleep in Work even on the weekends And I know Karma's on it's way To set trends to so called friends In another lifetime one day We'll make amends, highly doubtful Slept on me even when I was on my deathbed Stayed silent all these years, now this shit ends