Produced by Rightz.
Fresh off the release of his Save.Our.Souls project, Add liberates a new one for the masses. Lyrics below, also.
What happens when the rappers you aspired to be like don’t inspire you?
Tryna find a match, gotta find that fire inside of you
Desire like a streetcar name
Got me tryna find balance like a see saw game
Stay grounded like a fat kid on one side,
My friends like the skinny kid that’s sitting on the other cause they stay high,
Now my, Flows hit em like 4-5’s, hoes saying I’m so fly,
wanna give me neck like Bruce Bowen with a bowtie
No mosque, they know Im breaking dough like crobars
Niggas is envious changing colors like Sammy Sosa
so far, came so far from sleeping on sofas
You never call me pop like you always called it Co-la
Colder than a bare polar bear in the polar please
don’t get me mad my temper flare solar sheeesh
Swimming in the sea where theres a million emcee’s
But you be hard pressed to find one better than me
Everywhere around the world, same shit different day awww…aint shit changed
Everybody is a stranger but the world know your name naww…aint shit changed
Got a little bit of buzz but I aint faded by the fame naaww…cause aint shit changed
Phone number still the same, we just on another plane mayyne but aint shit changed
Naw but aint shit changed (repeat)
Aint so cool to be a rapper when your girl’s father ask you whats your occupation
And to watch his face change through the conversation
To him its simple but to me you see its complicated
Every night dreaded living on some day to day shit
Shit is real, I understand how he feel
You cant bank on Bandcamp to pay your mortgage and bills
Out of sight out of mind, im a little insane
You wanting better for your daughter and I’m wanting the same
I’m just trying to be an honest man
When im out on the road doing shows I just hope she understand
That im a be right back, so for now its see you later
Working hard now so we can both enjoy it later
Big house nice cars, diamond rings
Ugly world but tryna give your girl the finer things
I aint saying temptation don’t exist
But when you got someone real its reason nuff not to quit
It’s the rhyme menace,
Still giving them the feeling like a dentist…You know the drill
Skills is still sick like the terminally ill
Chill, I do it death every rhyme is a will
You can have rap back, but please bury me with hip hop
food for thought I got is fresh and never need a ziplock
3 of my favorite rappers are dead resting in heaven
And your favorite rapper wearing leopard print leggings
Nigga please, you and me, we aint cut from the same cloth
I listen to B-I you listen to Rick Ross
No wonder these kids lost, they don’t even know what dope is
In the inner city they don’t even know what hope is
Naw you cant stop me even tho I know you try to
Say my name and get ate like 4 times 2
Rhyme with who?
Never that, See I’ll never share a track with a cat I would never pass the baton to