[Intro]
Being an independent artist can be very rewarding, but it can also be very stressful, trying to balance music, family, work, paying the bills. It can take its toll on you mentally, psychically, and even spiritually, but sometimes you can't help but ask yourself:

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Do I do it all in vain? Cause still not enough know my name, I been putting everything I have into my music my heart, my soul, my pain. Will I ever make it past this point I'm at now, will I level up in this game? I sacrifice so much still the question remains...

[Verse 1]
I work hard for my family, and I still try to build a music career, it's a juggling act and I struggle with that, it's been tough just to get to here
But I've made dope shit for years, several times a day I have to shift the gears, father, provider, husband, artist, so much as on my plate damn it's severe
And I get so frustrated, wondering why haven't I just made it, yeah I'm doing good with my music but I can't support my family from it yet I gotta upgrade it, trust faded, plus jaded, I'm underrated and I just hate it, everyday I'm being pulled in different directions and I'm feeling overwhelmed and suffocated
When I'm off work but I'm working on music I feel guilty I'm not with my kids, but when I'm with my kids in the back of my head I think damn I need to handle biz
I'm tryna be the best dad that I can, I really hope my understand that I am tryna set a really a good example of man that can handle the fam while advancing his plans
In a game full of venomous snakes, opportunists, and degenerate fakes, for years I been busting ass plus up in cash banging on the fucking glass when will it break
I know the struggle strengthens and you can't rise up if you're not pulled under, see I'll never lose hunger, but I can't help but wonder

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[Verse 2]
Yeah, I made it further than they ever thought, but I'm still not living the life I wanna live yet, and it's not because it's never soft
I work hard, I feel like I deserve better, when will life hand me the 23rd letter?
Take shots bustin' like Berrettas, brakes got up King like Corretta, heavy is the head that wears the crown, many want me dead they wanna tear me down but they treat me like royalty when they're around, unfortunately loyalty is rarely found
I'm a king in my own right, and I spring from the low life stream when there's no light, thought my talent is supreme that I adamantly bring I haven't got the cream I can hold tight
Satan wants me to sell him my soul, in exchange for the fame I keep telling him no, he said I might as well get the dough, I got a hell of a flow, but I'm incomplete like Bell and DeVoe
He said he'll give me the fortune and fame I deserve from over the course of the game, I will over take like the sorcerer Strange but then in the end I'll forced into flames
Fuck that I'mma earn it in on my own I don't need handouts man this my shit
I'm looking forward to the day I can walk into work and then be like, "Bitch I quit", I don't need this job no more I can provide for my family with my music, I think back about the question when I would lose it?
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