Almost Quit

(альбом: Twenty One - 2021)

Yeah, I can't even lie, I almost quit making music a couple times
But I couldn't do it, cause all I know is to cope with rhymes
My mind is saying I'm failing and I'm not doing fine
But fuck that shit cause giving up and me just can't combine
My Shawty love me and she loyal and she hella fine
My puppy cute, my mama healthy, and I am alive
Counting my blessings, but I'm tryna count this money too
Ain't have no father figure, told myself that I am proud of you
Yeah, I get sad but I won't get the bag just moping round
Time don't stop for no one, no matter what that globe go around
Motherfuckers hating on the net, they just envious
You don't have the balls to do what I do, nor the penmanship
Been a fucking journey but we still are in my genesis
Y'all ain't fucking with me and my catalog the evidence
They give me they opinions, will I ever give a fuck? Never
5'7" but they look up to me like the Buck's center
I don't even need my Apple Watch to tell your time is up
Grinding cause I want my money longer than the Snyder Cut
Homie it is cool to try new stuff, but don't you try your luck
This beat is like a blunt, it ain't no question I'm gon light it up
Pay attention cause I'm only just warming up
Another window opens when another windows boarded up
It's a marathon, motherfuckers treat it like a forty
Shit is not a joke, leave the comedy for Rick and Morty
I can count on all my brothers, my mama, my shorty
Can't nobody tell my story, so much in my inventory
I am not a killer, but my test my fam and it will get gory
Went from pawning shoes and rings to my dollars looking blue like Dory
Disney reference but I swear this shit ain't family friendly
My heart has been damaged plenty, working with the cards they dealt me
Motherfuckers flexing on the gram that they be popping off
I average like 200 likes a post, but trust my profits strong
Y'all are worried bout your followers and not your dollars
Y'all are rapping just to rap, in real life y'all are cowards
Y'all are talking bout a life that you don't really live
They don't shout me out cause they can't handle all the truth I spit
Went on tour and shit I only sold like 20 tickets
Most of y'all afraid to say it, that's the fucking difference
Till I die man I'ma keep it real, and keep on spitting
Dammit I was tripping, I would rather die than get to quitting
Yeah, ayy, they can't handle that shit