Sometimes I feel like I'm a disappointment. Crack a bottle for some quick enjoyment
Unemployed. Need to get employment. I'll get my strings up I swear this life ain't where the scenes are we fighting the machine, bruh? Huh? And we supposed to lose
Then we get on social media and post our views. Yeah. Got most confused, at least for the time being. Got me singing like MOS Def. Yeah I'm leaving, I'm leaving
I been in a wreck. Made it work when it didn't. No stimulus check I'm telling you, keep making the beats. You'll be a composer
Stay the fuck out the streets or you'll get run over. Stay drinking at the video shoot. Either take some days off. Let my liver recoup. Uh huh
From the burbs to the hood. Yeah. They all say make it look good. Yo, 19 up city. Y'all count me out. But I'm still sticking and moving and knocking them out
Do a lot of overtime and I don't get paid for. Never mad cause I love it. And I'm runnin away. Rockin my spare shoes. Got nothing to lose
Find time to write raps while I'm paying my dues. Holes in my jeans. So to make it look good. Seems afraid I'll split like boy never judged
Discover, discover I'm undercover. Never dressed for the part when I'm pulling your number. So keep both eyes glued. Beggin for a clue
Stick around. The cat's trying to find a Silas juice. Hit the finish line while you still hit snooze. From the stoop to the barrio. It's widely understood
From the top of their lungs. They put me in the booth. Yet they all say make it look good, take a whack. But damn, I'm good at what you do
Liable for it on the m-i-c don't I make it look good? Damn. All good. No one can do it better. Liable for it on the mic The word is boss