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letra de the dropout - a-d

first off i don’t need a hit just to set it up
i’ve been in the hustle while my momma keep me in tucked
i’ve been all day with this sh-t, but it’s months now

never been paid for this sh-t do i stop now?
f-ck that, imma keep it real with you bro
i don’t ever hear from the hoes
say my views too low
but i gotta throw y’all a bone
so you don’t leave me alone, now you know how it goes
feeling like my voice is a ghost
and my sound is the sheet walking round like a freak
and i’m bound to the beast like a mount full of sheep and i’m bout to release what i found underneath
with a fountain of green and a mouth full of greed
i’ve been thirsty for a sip, like how do i breathe?
i don’t know man, yell really loud on a beat?
i’m beat, looking at a thousand of me like how can it be that i’m rounded by dreams
but awake. guess it ain’t always all what it seems
living up life like i’m walking through a scene
a-d and cuban up for the tag team
lying to myself but i’m not good at acting
i don’t even think that this rap sh-t lasting
walking on a line while my time keep passing
man, f-ck this all
rapping for a crowd that await my fall
hitting up shows while i await thy call
letting me chase some fate i saw

first off i don’t need a hit just to set it up
i’ve been in the hustle while my momma keep me in tucked
i’ve been all day with this sh-t, but it’s months now
never been paid for this sh-t do i stop now?
f-ck that, imma keep it real with you bro
i don’t ever hear from the hoes
say my views too low
but i gotta throw y’all a bone
so you don’t leave me alone, now you know how it goes
now i gotta think bout the posts
it’s a knife in my hand that’ll fade at the a most
while i’m slayed by my foes
giving shame to my folks
kicked out of my school, giving danger to hope
one day imma get my sh-t right
with a bag for the team and the world by my side
but what if it’s god that’s deflecting the light
that’s true to the tale but not a good sign
i pay my dues and do my time
i hope that cell don’t soothe me right
cause if it do then i’m just blind
to all these words and all these signs
i still pray that i’m alive
give me more and give me mine
praise the lord for all that’s kind
i see myself go through the shrine
but if it’s all good and all works then pop out
people gone talk that sh-t but won’t hop out
imma just do my thing and go all out
while the people smile cuz they know i’m just a drop out

- a d

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