Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matteo Barbi
Songwriter
R. Montgomery
Songwriter
Lyrics
I don't even know what the fuck to do
What have I become for you?
Don't even have enough blood to spew
But am I enough for you?
Told you my hopes, my dreams, my fears
Wrote every night, every day, all these years
Gave you my blood, my sweat, my tears but you remain doubtful so fuck you too
Yeah
'Cause I’ve been klling it, put any hurdle in front of me I will get rid of it
Since the beginning been juggling music with education, this ain’t no dummy talking so fuck a ventriloquist. Realest shit
And it's true bitch I will admit, all these lyrics started off as an experiment
Was scared I didn’t belong to rap but it’s been a fit
Now I'm sitting here wondering what's the benefit? (Yeah)
'Cause I don't see the recognition and I eat the competition
But they seem to be indifferent, better believe I got a mission
This my dream I got a vision, you don't know what this means like you need a definition so listen
'Cause you don't know what it did to me, always trying not to let the hate get to me, how I survived in this industry's a mystery
So many bars I can start a penitentiary
And how come you don't talk about that?
Oh, I bet you never thought about that. I did a song with Crook, now I did a song with Royce
Bitch you fuck around while I bring Slaughterhouse back, facts
Doing this since Seventeen, still thinking about the culture when I jump on every beat 'cause I wanna be someone I would've looked up to as a kid, see this shit is creating a better me (Yeah)
Writing is what I'm 'posed to do, it's what happens when you see you have a voice to use
You just get mad when motherfuckers ignoring you when you thought they would actually
Listen and then rejoice with you
I just put the effort in and I'm annoyed at you
You can listen or not it's your choice, that's true. But if it's rhymes then admit it I'm the prime symbolism you say lyric think of I (eye) like it's Royce tattoo. Boom
Now I'm working with the legend rapping every second and shredding it every session. Shit is such a blessing but my name is never mentioned, I'm not even from the ghetto but I still don't get the credit. Yes I said it all these wannabe rappers are so pathetic, unable to put words together or even finish a sentence
You remind me of a killer that will never confess it 'cause I guess basically you’re never saying anything on records
I don't even know what the fuck to do
What have I become for you
Don't even have enough blood to spew
But am I enough for you?
Told you my hopes, my dreams, my fears
Wrote every night, every day, all these years
Gave you my blood, my sweat, my tears but you remain doubtful so fuck you too
Number one cause of unhappiness in every ghetto is having to settle for less
A system that keep getting rich off of keeping the sick nig** guess who gon’ sell us the meds
If I do the dirt by myself, somebody better be expecting an incredible mess
Poverty in the project is a product of that inevitable medical debt
You got men in mascara defending our era, you DM your ex and she read it was Meth
A thespian name, Dex said this shit best. "Upset? Then you best be protecting your neck"
A **** get gangsta with us like he Pesci we address it with gesture, we Elliot Ness
I brought the Crack over then fed the connect
I’m on my Fat Joe should Big L and Vaness’
Hop off my scaffold to my scalable death knowing anyone's ever been credible bled
I'll exist in a length of my federal bed 'fore I live in a tank givin' hetero head
Sippin' this drank, fallin' deaf on new ears
Ballin' just to land special new lyrics
Y'all ain'tt special man, just 'cause you weird
Crossover I just Nick Van Exel new ears
Pablo Manfredi connect to mo'mia
Follow your aunt Betty stretch on Madea
My celly intel is Metro Nokia
I cancelled R.Kelly just for Aaliyah
I don't even know what the fuck to do
What have I become for you?
Don't even have enough blood to spew
But am I enough for you?
Told you my hopes, my dreams, my fears
Wrote every night, every day, all these years
Gave you my blood, my sweat, my tears but you remain doubtful so fuck you too
Written by: Matteo Barbi, R. Montgomery