I'm under pressure
But never will I let 'em see me sweatin'
Though I'm only 22
I handle business like a veteran
I get up in the booth and get to bussin' like a weapon
Ain't left the lab two days rockin' the same clothes that I slept in
And when I finally do sleep it's only a couple hours filled with dreams of bussin' rhymes and me finding beats to devour
Nowadays we all rappers and everybody's a star
But nobody's taking time off they rhymes to focus on bars
While these niggas being trendy and trying to get on the blogs
I was dippin, slangin my new shit out the trunk of my car
Wouldn't let myself go home til I finished flippin' them all
I'm out the down on my dolo off No Doz, no driftin' off
Yeah I gotta stay awake
Make it to the next state
Keep on watchin' for them coppers cause they tryna run my plates
If you try to pull me over this might turn into a chase
Cause I'm surviving on my last
I ain't got no extra cash to be handing Uncle Sam while I'm trying to fight a case
This is bananas, I'm about to go ape
Shit
No local suckers is hatin' or on that fake shit
There's a mil out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen
And I just gotta make it
Just gotta make it
I said, there's a meal out there, like uncooked food in the kitchen my nigga
I just gotta make it, ha