[Verse 1: M&M]
I will not be done to wait, from it's this dominion
My outsight shouldn't decide your opinion
But before I get a chance, people throw chance at racism
'Cause of the first thought my face gives 'em
Am I slaughter bound?
Or did I enter a glitterless world of bitterness in the wrong part of town
Reject that I'd die
Accept that I've grown, perfect the only method I've known
I can't afford to be anything less than "I'm Special"
Rap about the pick up whether or not I get the
Respect from
All rap fans, born of a nationality, the native
I'm trying to bring them together as rap fans
'Cause something about the average, that's what I'ma do
Figure keep doing, I'm gonna till i get myself established
But the harder I try, the more it seems like no one cares
I must be trippin' on broken stairs

[Verse 2: M&M]
A not-so-wise man said that I was sheddin' with vagueness
Territory for a quick way to get fed
Well, in my past 5 years, I went to solely
Workin' at this without seeing a single cent
Wonderin' why I'm still sittin' downstairs
While the MC, dope and debts are out getting theirs
But none of us really knew much about the business
And other deals, so we weren't sure how to
Cop our finest, I couldn't respond to it
Shoppin' the demo to majors didn't work, 'cause no one wants a
Poor quality taste made in the basement
They wouldn't waste the time to laugh before they aced it
And we'd already come across every local and independent label
Who sang the same medley
"We're gonna make you famous", and each time they string us along and
We come out with a wide arrayment
But even so, I still kept a silver bullet
Invisible until my two inches of my mouth was chipped
But when I needed reassurance
My family members weren't exactly adherant
And my pockets were empty
Now I knew I couldn't keep living at home rent-free
So I got a job cleaning bathrooms, and picking up shit with spoons
And emptyin' dumpsters with vacuums
That I stopped doing like thorough
'Cause my mom was doing, like, somersaults
So I got the boot with a shell toe
Walking around in blisters, without a change of clothes
So I had to collapse like a pair of scissors
A wall built with trauma, I faced straight
So I quit, at the habit, only completed the eighth grade
And for a short while, I was campin' out
Between my girlfriend's and grandma's house
That's why I'm pickin' up every dollar I made from general labor
To get enough to go to a studio, I met a creator
Owned independent label, and started business
But I got fired from my job right before Christmas
Back to back, 'cause we would've been barely able to prove the opportunity of us, so we still sat
In an underground level of a slum
Writin' in the exact same place where we started from
[Verse 3: M&M]
Well, all this work we came for
'Cause even before the plane full of rhymes
Doing our sonnets of songs, getting painful at times
I ask myself "Is it even really worth the hell it gives?"
Havin' to put up with non-stop lectures from relatives
Well, if it tries to get any better, it just continues
Fallin' apart in front of me, and I gotta keep tellin' fibs
And I face the drawback, with nothing to land on me
And then I fall back
It's coming to where I have no ultimatum
Where my dreams were dying, and it would take one more jolt to fade 'em
If there's an easier, more appropriate way of going about this
Then show me it
'Cause when I try a little harder, don't tell me nothin'
When I pull the lint out my fuckin' pockets, like belly buttons
Which is gettin' me frustrated
It seems like everyone in the world that raps, but us made it
The constant belt, the DJ pushing or indicating
Hatin', now my self-esteem is disintegrating
It's fuckin' up my aspects, when rappers all lock it up, hit with rhymes and changin' his aspects
So the neverending saga continues, with most of my day spent sitting in amazement
'Cause I work so hard to get nothing done
"Ain't you got a record out yet, G?"
Nah, I'm still in the Bassmint