I wonder if I really I want it//
Or is it all belief
Will I miss the stage even when I’m standing on it//
Or in the moment I leave will I only feel relief
I wish for the initial//
I wish that in the future the whole wide world knows the letters to my initials
I guess it’s only right, cuz the music’s in my blood//
Watch these fakers turn vampires with the way they bite
Cuz they think my music’s good, sorry that I’m not modest//
See I’m calmer as a person, but I’m angry as an artist
Got a lot of patience, but the wait seems like the longest//
And the weight that’s on my shoulder really never quite departed
But everybody’s had drama//
Life ain’t black and white, Obama
Even if I rap tight,
These record labels must be thinking that I’m playing hide and seek, Usama
My friends are always asking “When you gonna get a deal?”//
I don’t care if I don’t get it cause I know I’m fucking ill
Don’t do a lot of bragging I just leave that to the skill//
Everybody thinks I’ll make but…
But my friends are always asking “When you gonna get a deal?”//
I don’t care if I don’t get it cause I know I’m fucking ill
Don’t do a lot of bragging I just leave that to the skill//
Everybody thinks I’ll make but I know I fucking will
So I ain’t done yet
Nah homie, now I ain’t done yet
Nah I ain’t done yet
Shit. I ain’t done yet
Nah homie, now I ain’t done yet
Nah I ain’t done yet
But when they crown me the one, bet
That I ain’t motherfucking done yet
Ever since I remember I’ve had the same dream, déjà vu come nighttime//
Played a fool, but now I’ve labeled this as “My Time”
Labels notice my shine, I’ll take it as it comes//
Pause, these bitches got no flow, menopause
You’ve been a fraud, I go hard, you so soft//
You won’t halt my goals, I’m supposed to this music shit
Who can prove the opposite? Losing ain’t an option, this//
Ain’t some random fling I’ll put my motherfucking life to this, like Vicodin
My mic convince that rappers ain’t so sick no more, I’m tighter than//
what you might’ve been and my writing ends when title waves hit devil’s door
So pedal to the floor and I’m off to the race. Pole position, a goal, ambition//
A hope, a wish and I’m there. Shining, blinding if you dare to stare
My… drive is never running out of gas//
See I… try to finish opposite of last, but I…
Know that if I’ll make it I’ll just feel like I do now//
Sure I’m proud, but in my gut I know that I ain’t fucking done yet!
You see I’m… never satisfied.
My drive is probably bigger than yours
Because I’m… never getting tired.
Always striving for more.
Cuz I couldn’t care less about 15 minutes of fame
I want people to remember my name
As more than the latest, man//
I wanna be the greatest, so no wonder I ain’t done yet!
credits
from Makin' Moves,
released August 31, 2012
Produced by EB.
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