I gotta make it out, or move quickly
Can't allow the past to restrict me
Bet this time around they won't skip me
I am the last hope
Don't hesitate not even for a second
The hustle has become an obsession
I'm on the front lines with my weapon
I am the last hope

[Verse 1]
This is actual real shit I’m about ever spit
I'm in front of the mic giving it a hard rhyme hit
Looking to jump in the studio to record
I’m giving in my voice pulling every vocal cord
I'm on the highway, driving away from everyone who blocked my way
My voice is their only memory of me
As I face the mirror and see my greatest enemy
Dreams of being a celebrity hope it comes to reality
And I’m just working hard trying to get in university
White computer screen black ink
Typing down my lyrics as my face remains absent
I’ve been, having sleepless nights
As I’m in the studio trying win this fight
The studio is my gym and this is my lifestyle
Sit back and wait, while I compile this text file
This is my focus, right now my life seems hopeless

I gotta make it out, or move quickly
Can't allow the past to restrict me
Bet this time around they won't skip me
I am the last hope
Don't hesitate not even for a second
The hustle has become an obsession
I'm on the front lines with my weapon
I am the last hope

[Verse 2]
Verse 2, I’m back paying off my rap due
I’m getting back at it
I got the mic and my flow becomes automatic
I'm wondering where music will take me as I feel like a addict
Call music my drug, and I’m overdosing constantly
The only one I care for, I think the word is family
Life is supposed to be short, but I plan to live it long
As I connect with millions through the rhythm of my song
Love, support, strength to work and constant hits is all I’m asking for
This is my word play, but this is not what I got to say
I'm on the clouds as I feel my blood pump from every crowd
I'm on a nervous high without a toke
This is what I do best so this is my only hope