Making Due

Footed up the road For something to see Rooted in my head Hope this doesn't go bad I just told you But nothing received Not ruining my plans I'm doing what I said so You can leave well enough alone Or be hell compelled or thrown Elephant is in the room I don't need to be relevant to you I'm settling and making due Hating you I don't need bucks or mustached face I'll keep saving these tapes Until I scrape up the fame To tell the stories I wanna tell Try to sell me products you dumb ass hell I don't need your Prada or fendi belt I'll spend days with myself I'll tend to my garden of self worth wealth I'm selfish that's just as well I'll cherish every moment spent out my shell You better relish if you get a fucking hit off my L bitch But let me scratch the itch for a minute Let me talk my shit Or keep walking Why you gotta be top notch and awesome Before you can even hold a mic at a concert Everybody wanna be sponsored And yet nobody wanna be censored Nobody wanna be measured as less But putting forth no effort Everybody want the boss position With no inhibitions No pressure Every body look on Cause I don't have a little lecture This is just a refresher You ain't fresh sir And I ain't either I'm just Peter A corny music vendor Give you more of me Than you probably would prefer I've abnormally Got more reason to jest Than the rest of you Desktop pressed Incels Till I'm in hell I'm cool to me I'm sure you can tell I'd rather be a fool Than to have my ten toes down