S.S.S.

Somedays I contemplate giving up Focusing so goddamn hard just aint enough And everyday its like the same thing over again It keeps replaying back up inside my head I dropped out of university to rap Dont mistake for being dumb because I never failed a class This shit is all passion, I cant take it back I'm a class act tacked with the stress Of how I know I'll never make it anywhere without the raps Yet we only got a hundred followers to back We spend all damn day just perfectin our craft And motherfuckers really got the fuckin nerve to laugh Yo, you aint doin shit, so please stop poppin off at the hustle When you be doin nothin man, you fucking everything You got no fuckin clue on how to handle your life So maybe sit down and think before you give me advice on how to live mine And as I look into the great blue sky above I'm thankin someone for watchin cause I aint died from drugs There must be something out there besides no love Now I think back on how I dropped out to rap And how we now got our whole fuckin sound intact Fuck whoever said that we aint made to slap Its only been two years and we learned from scratch So if you think that we'll drop-off you better check yourself We came this far, only one direction now A two hundred dollar mic is all we work with, wow We sayin fuck drugs cause it all infects and drowns Setting the second sun, are we ready? Its our reckonin Be wreckin the becconin, and we focused every second man Keep reppin the weapons, or triple seven to heaven And I'm the reverend, better miss us with the mass armageddon I aint playin around, I cut my noose bitch Cut me loose bitch, I'm the mother fucker, they all calling me a nuscience Slaughter who bitch, ripping apart all of the above, I ain't got nothing to love Instead of staying home, I'm workin, staying off drugs, music be my drug What you gotta say about me growing up and getting dubs? The one thing I learned in the last year is nobody lasts here Real the only mother fucker I gone ever trust Every single time it's him that pull me out the dust So imma put on for this man until these bones rust 777 till the grave yo Huh, killing everything you throw until we go nuts And we aint fucking dying till we spill our own guts mother fucka Don't you gotta pay the bills muhfucka? I aint give a fuck I wont be here muhfucka Toss me in the grave, I'm one ready mother fucker, let me go Cuz now we making cash and banger music on the go We the real underdogs climbing out the snow And ain't a single person tell us different, y'all just gotta know That I been grinding for 8 years, and I can barely breath But now it paying off, our growth be really showing off Ain't a damn person know us last year, we taking off The hustle never stop, get guap, so I milly rock I ain't got a single regret, it's all blocked yeah