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letra de potential - b-rent (ky)

every f-ckin year i chase the same thing
money, women fame, its always the same
but it never fuels my aim, cause i never grow my name
throw a thou on promo but it only fuels the game
bills keep growing while the world gets colder
another year passes and my problems get older
got this boulder on my shoulder gettin stronger than my oder
now the mans playin me like he’s got the controller
i don’t know how to push through
i don’t know how to make do
tеll me what the f-ck you would do if you had my shoes
causе im getting tired of walkin but this life makes me run
cause im runnin from the man but he’s holding the gun
got the barrel to my temple like he’s f-ckin my mental
holding back my plaques likes he’s paying for my dental
but i got the power to f-ckin step up and fight
but im pretty tired cause i just worked all night
i’m not reachin my potential
im stuck in my mental
neglecting my pencil
its got me resentful

workin all night, rain and f-ckin shine
gunnin for the top so im always on my grind

but this life keeps me down so i stop f-ckin tryin
layin on my f-ckin ass when i could be writin

but im trapped in my mind
and im just wasting my time
i can’t find another rhyme
to get this album done on time

i tried to tackle music cause i hoped it change my life
im rich or famous but i guess i f-ckin right
i took the outlet that i had and i began to write
if i didn’t have my pad i prolly woulda died
i ain’t tryna brag about it but its just the f-ckin truth
didn’t wanna be at home so i hit the f-ckin booth
cause everything at home made me think of my pain
crying every morning so i had to get away
i wrote my thoughts on my pad just to get them off my brain
tryna talk about my problems that i deal with everyday
so i wrote about my scars just to put em on display
and and hear about them every single time you press play
im stacking all these papers i should wear a beret
cause im writing all these songs like im prepared for doomsday
so i guess rap is why im still here in a way
if i couldn’t write id have a hole in my brain (record scratch)
i’m not reachin my potential
im stuck in my mental
neglecting my pencil
its got me resentful

workin all night, rain and f-ckin shine
gunnin for the top so im always on my grind

but this life keeps me down so i stop f-ckin tryin
layin on my f-ckin ass when i could be writin

but im trapped in my mind
and im just wasting my time
i can’t find another rhyme
to get this album done on time

- b rent ky

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