Alone

It's so odd, I can't get a job, I can't get a call

Maxed out credit cards, over draft on my debit card

Damn, man, what to do?

Mom keep saying that it's up to you

She's the reason I was stuck in school

Now I feel like a f*ckin' fool

What I wanna do don't need a degree

What I wanna do comes easy to me

But it's so hard to get paid for this sh*t

I love knowing that I'm never safe in this b*tch

On my toes, I'm chasing the hits

And it makes my day when they say that I'm sick

But don't do me no favors, hater

Fuel my fire 'til I make it major

I know that my time gon' come

AnR's say I gotta find that one

Song, that'll blow me up

But I've heard that so much, I've gone numb

You can't spit a flow if I wrote you that sh*t

So gimme my dough like you owe me that sh*t

And why you keep tellin' me to lose my producers

These two dudes make the music I move to

Look, how you gon' say that we're not on fire?

How you gon' say I'm not an ill songwriter?

They write hits, I write emotions

You don't like this, better get to rollin'

Stop tryin' to Lupe me

I'll tell you right now that it's too late b

And please don't bring up any other rapper

I'll tell you once more these dudes ain't me, AZ

After everything

That I've done

They don't see

I'm still alone

I'm out here tryin' to make a livin'

Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter

A part of me

Wants to let it go

But can't you see

It's all I know

I'm out here tryin' to make a livin'

Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter

Sometimes I don't wanna kick raps

Sometimes I wanna kick back

With my feet up, lay back and chill

In the way back of the maybach for real

Wishing, I'm dreaming for a reason

I've convinced myself that if I keep believin'

Eventually I'll be it

But who got my back? I know I do

I keep telling myself they gon' find you

Life's a b*tch, I'm Nas in 92

Street poet but I ain't a Crip or Piru

Don't think that I'm soft dog

The sh*t that I say from my heart dog

I'm on one, but I'm off ya'll

And they say every rappers a lost cause, so

Let me get straight to it

I just make music

It ain't got no color or genres

So, I guess you can call it Obama

Still, when I'm rappin' I happen to see

Even my family ain't happy for me

I'm mad at my friends

The ones who said that they had my back 'til the end

But they don't pick up my calls

Convenient homies, I don't even need you phonies

OK then, get lost

You're b*tchmade, I'm pissed off

I give, you take

'Til I ain't got sh*t left to take

So I think, that you fake

And I ain't got sh*t left to say

After everything

That I've done

They don't see

I'm still alone

I'm out here tryin' to make a livin'

Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter

A part of me

Wants to let it go

But can't you see

It's all I know

I'm out here tryin' to make a livin'

Doin' something different but it doesn't even matter