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Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all i could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) What kinda rapper are you posing to be? Took a month and a half For you to flow to this beat You old corroded and weak You dont compose anything You known for songs that are deep But take to long come on Think! Why the fuck is it so hard for me to write to this thing! Damn man im stuck inside this car I cant survive in this heat I sit write and delete I wish that I could just see The lines type in for me I fear I might need to leave Cause this shit is to difficult Not to mention I'm pissed cause yo I been spending a really long Fricken stent just get it done What the fuck are you doing? No wonder brothas is snoozing All on ya stuff cause you proving That you just stuck never moving! Just give up keep on cruising Cause you not cut for this music Dumb little runt you is useless! Plus you suck at producing Go get a gun and then use it! Cause no ones fucking with you Chris End the run you can't do this You simple punk what you choosing? Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all i could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) Fuck this 8 by 11 Im done with wasting my breath! Today I say bye im heading Off to escape my depression! I can't lay rhymes like legends It's My mistake my obsession With tryna slay rhyme but haven't Its time to say this Fuck rapping! My mindstate is collapsing I ain't making advancements Wifey hates when I'm at it She Always say im bastard Off of the way that I'm acting Just cause I say "Your distracting" I need a day for my rapping To get away from the action Day to day of a daddy Been raising babies no nanny Can we just wait on the chat Just for a day let me have this I need to make a new damn hit I'll be awake till 11 But seize to make a new record Cause I can't think when I'm pressured! I guess I'm through with this music shit Man I knew it I'm foolish and I'm not use to producing hits I'm a clueless lil stupid kid In the booth, why'd I choose to spit? I'm a fool losing you to this Must of flew through the coo-coos nest! No groupies no huge success No views on the stupid web I blew it My crew is dead! Harpoon put it through the chest Hard news when ya lose chance To prove to em you da man Assumed you could do it Damn Use a noose to come to an end! I wanna be a dope emcee Flowing beast on the coldest beat Composing schemes thats gonna evoke emotion like OMG But molding songs ain't to known to me I heard Im dope but I wanna be Famous Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo) Staring at my notebook shook Tryna write a hook Said that man I'd give it all i could But it ain't going good (Oooh nooo)