Rest in peace to all the hashtags that die on Facebook.

Verse 1:

Uh. Righteous soldier til my last days.
Walking through that cemetary past graves.
Lookin at the last names of rappers that done failed because they lack change.
What a gloom night, Let the moonlight go and illuminate my pathway.

Uh. I'm feeling pressured by my peers.
To go make music thats different so it's impressive when they hear.
But I feel guilty when I rap like I'm not special, no one cares.
And I done talked about my life so much there's nothin left to share.

Watch me wrestle with my fears, go head and throw em in a suplex.
Fuckin kill a beat, then fuckin look around like who's next?
Fuck holdin it in I'm fuckin buggin cuz I'm too stressed.
Fuck I'm talkin bout? There's too much fuckin like it's group sex.

OOh yes, I'm in my fuckin zone if you ain't noticed.
This my jam, yep this my jam, yep this shit HAM, yep this shit go in.
Just a man yep, with a plan yep, little drive with that focus.
Just my hand up on that paaaad aren't yall glaaaad I wrote this.

HOOK:

Can't nobody tell me what I'm doin here is wrong.
Tryna find some clarity while I keep movin through the fog.
I doubt I'll ever change your views if I'm not shooting for these blogs
I don't just do this shit because, dog, I do it for the cause.

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Verse 2:

This my life, aint nothin fancy. Find me ridin in that Camry.
With my gas tank up on E, because my bank account is lacking.
But its all good I ain't gon' stress I got my people and I'm happy.
I got friends but they aint friends because I treat em like they're family.

Understand me when I'm rapping, these ain't lies in the slightest.
The cadence of the rhythm's where I try to fit my life in.
Intertwining melodies to vent about my vices.
And vices to versa, crushing problems when I'm writin.

Just a man with a mic with a stamina like.
Jean-Claude Van Damme in a land fulla fight.
Finna grab any hype that I can in a night.
Cuz you never know whatcha got planned for your life.

Dabble in bite, with a bark like a Shepherd.
Rappin is life, give it all of my effort.
Track and a mic, and I'm solid forever.
Stackin the hype, and we're ballin together.

HOOK: X2

Can't nobody tell me what I'm doin here is wrong.
Tryna find some clarity while I keep movin through the fog.
I doubt I'll ever change your views if I'm not shooting for these blogs
I don't just do this shit because, dog, I do it for the cause.