Round these times I don't trust what I write
I, went a year without touchin' the mic
I'm, readin' threads that's discussin' my plight
No album, no deal, I had nothin' in sight
My name rang bells when Drake was still lustin' for life
Everyday a new rapper someone rushin' to hype
Hid in the library, from the bus to the bike
Late text's to my ex's losin' trust with my wife
Nothin' was fine, turnin' 29 fucked up my prime
Learnin' astrology, just for the signs
I needed that
To be exact
My own friends ain't understand what I was readin' and tryin' to write a script but my life needed three more acts
I dropped March Madness, tried to bring it back
After that dropped, I thought, "Maybe this is where I'll leave it at."
On the ledge, but I just don't jump
Lump in my throat for months
Felt like the kid that no one wants
Squarian Radio was like a song photo dump
Rewindin' old tapes while I'm rollin' blunts
Ugh
My voice box started comin' back
Jump on tracks with plenty rappers I'd run raps around
Found brilliance in my resilience, I thought I lacked the sound
Surpassed cats with masters without my cap and gown
Vizzy had the lyrics and Seven had the sound
Only ego wouldn't let us pick up the phone and dial out
That mindset set us both back without a doubt
But we still got the Delorean for us to ride it out
But I got tired of puttin' my all in, and fallin'
I stopped answerin' my callings, I'm stallin'
Fightin' all these demons inside me I was brawlin'
Warfare with all of these snakes inside my garden
Figuring out who's friend or foe, I'll never know
The blog era was dead, I had to let it go
Watched it float up into the SoundCloud
Kids rollin' loud and it's all about clout now
Wow
I just got to a point where...I was just so comfortable. And I didn't even realize how being so comfortable was stopping me from growing. And my contract was up. Do I resign or another two years? Do I take this other opportunity to really grow?
One of the most important things I've learned in life is that you have to take risks. You have to get uncomfortable to bring out the best version of yourself
Anybody that moved on, I still cheered for 'em
Seven lost his dad and mom, I was there for him
Changed his name to Mike Summers, left Strange to try somethin' on his own, and I know that was weird for him
And we know the whole game shifted
As I spent a little time on the bench, the weight lifted
All the fans in the stands said I missed my chance
And they buried me underground til I lifted my hands
Brushed the dirt off my shoulders and I did my dance
Removed every seed of doubt that was in my plan(t)s, damn
The pallbearer of the blog era
For thinkin' I was gone with it, that was y'all's error
Open doors, speaking for those who ain't open for
The final score will make you feel like this moment's yours
The underdog don't hold the applause
