Myself

There's so much dust in the room I can't even breathe without coughing Goddamn I cannot save it up I don't make enough Bro you play too much I hate my luck I can't take it up, God why you takin' stuff It's way too tough Like some angel dust cuz things is crazy huh? But toughen up, this is the beginning I do not make the rules Bro be cool Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool Pick and choose, I know all my haters love to pick and choose One day I'll be balling homie broke then I can pay for dude Pay the loans, Imma make it big right now I'm pre-Malone The fame is calling I know it's on me to go pick up the phone Go put me on Matter fact, I'll do it while I'm all alone Don't need no help I can make the beat and rap all by myself I'm broke as hell Imma still throw pennies in that wishing well I'll keep my hope Imma make that money without selling dope I ain't a joke, and if you disagree well then I hope you choke I'm born to float I don't even think I really need a boat I'm breathing fine I don't gotta rush it I can take my time I'm making moves Every time I drop I try to raise the roof Speak the truth, even if it's painful Imma speak the truth So bet it up, you can bet against me I ain't giving up, ain't giving in I hope all my opps know that I play to win You say you bout money then go get it then After I go win then Imma win again Listen if you getting knocked down, then go get up again Standing on your own two feet's the only way to end Even if you're losing you better get up and try again It ain't gon' be easy but trust me that's how you get a win I been through too much It gets hard for me to take it in I don't trust a soul, prolly why I don't like making friends If I take a shot then it's a bet I better make it in I be so impatient bout my time don't tell me wait again I think fate is way too slow, prolly gon' be late again I can pick myself up, I can brush the pain again I can manage on my own, something Imma say again I can manage by myself, but I don't mind having friends You can go faster alone but go further together You can get by on your own that don't mean that it's better Why I keep a chosen few it's for the stormy weather This way I can make it through and can handle whatever Gotta keep a small crew, there's always snakes in the grass Be careful of who you choose, don't get me started on rats Keep your circle tight, like a chest with a heart attack Can't even deny it you know what I said is all facts I cannot save it up I don't make enough Bro you play too much I hate my luck I can't take it up, God why you takin' stuff It's way too tough Like some angel dust cuz things is crazy huh? But toughen up, this is the beginning I do not make the rules Bro be cool Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool Pick and choose, I know all my haters love to pick and choose One day I'll be balling homie broke then I can pay for dude Pay the loans, Imma make it big right now I'm pre-Malone The fame is calling I know it's on me to go pick up the phone Go put me on Matter fact, I'll do it while I'm all alone Don't need no help I can make the beat and rap all by myself I'm broke as hell Imma still throw pennies in that wishing well I'll keep my hope Imma make that money without selling dope I'll keep my hope Imma make that money without selling dope I'll keep my hope Imma make that money without selling dope