Speak First

Why do I sit by the phone

Checking up on twitter every evening

Blessings from my followers can be so deceiving

Remembering all my verses really haunting shit

Instagram likes and mentions building up my confidence

Getting booked for all these shows got me saying wow

First thing they ask about the followers in my account

Labels tell me that my tape I better make it count

Talk about the money but there's none up in my bank account

What ever happened to blog posts thats for the dope

Now it cost money just to stand outside of interscope

Rap about money will always make your records sell

Honesty and inspiration stories you should never tell

Major keys to success are things I hardly tell

Pass em to my team and then I keep a couple to myself

There is a secret to this game, and people wonder how

Ain't no harry potter so nobody in my chamber now

Eyes closed to the people tryna steer me wrong

Team is always moving.. You should probably stay where you belong

If you ain't with us then you seem to lose an urge of must

Jump onboard the train or get left inside a path of dust

Out the mills… showing love to those that on the team

Shouts to everybody really plans to chase a fucking dream

Never trippin got a plan then always stay committed

Notice that the people who are doubting are in reminisince

Jealousy of what I'm building got me feeling proud

Kids that I grew up with only hit me just to bring me down

They getting nervous when they see how real this really now

Wonder how I'm making moves and always make it count

Concrete bars so its always hard to bring me down

Cracking jokes in the back of my detentions

People focused on amount of likes rather amount of mentions

But.. I'm meaning mentions in society if you were getting mentioned theres a meaning in your life you see

This is crazy dropping hot shit nobody knows

Still amazes me that catfish is a fucking show

Your status on your facebook says your the fucking man

People would rather touch a keyboard than shake a human hand

I got a story reminiscence boutta crazy bitch

When you getting famous girls will fuck up your relationship

Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt

Counting all your plays while listeners were sittin down

In the back of all my classes writing verses down

Praying for a moment to get noticed feeling hopeless now

But.. Another tape for the real ones

Fans who have been in attendance and of course the day ones

I got connections with inspirations I dreamed to touch

Texting instagram models that I could only dream to fuck

It never happens cause I'm loyal to my only girl

Way back in the day she was the only focus in my world

Now I'm lost with the distractions flowing like a boat

Now I'm losing focus on the things that really matter most

I'm only human I correct another imperfection

Focused on my funeral and the people who are in attendance

Cheers to you if you could find the words but couldn't spell

This was an intro to a song that I could never tell

This my first year of taking this shit serious

People think I'm falling off I'm lost and so delirious

Remember this verse in 3 years when I'm in magazines

Rocking some designer jeans and tearing up the fucking scene

Mdr is everything that I have dreamed about

I cut the fakeness so I can tell my story now

I'm 20 years tryna make it in this business

Where big corporations place artists in front of critics

Before they drop so when they hot, they know they hot or not

Give me 20 minutes off the top ill make your heart just stop

Damn… and I don't even need to write boy

People use my verses for the things they need light for

Old friends wonder where I’m really at now

Girls got these pictures and they post me as their backgrounds

A&r’s wanna wait until this leak first

This is the tape… I just felt the need to speak first