I've been writing my whole life
Like I could type it out
wrote a novel
In the liqour cabinet like a magnet
Whiskey in my right hand broken bottle
Cut with the glass, Choke the throttle
Revving the engine, roads with potholes
Hitting every bump, Kicks in the trunk
Think bout the rap being dope is the motto
I needa hit the lotto, Momma been broke
I'm spent, Needa different model
cause the one I'm working with now,
got me down, vodka in a gas tank swig the nozzel
I've clawed my way from the bottom,
and you can say I'm a problem, cause I got em
Summer to Autumn, Hope to god and pray I'll solve em,
cause No one listens, My soul is given,
This whole position, "In a field of broken dreams
and hearts" all I can do is hope I'm different
I've fought for every yard that I've gained in the game
I Staked my claim, You can say my name, Cray insane
Save for the day you take my place.
This music got a hold on to me,
If I promise to never let go would you hold on to me?
Cause I still could give a whole lot of me.
Would you feel it? Don't conceal it lets hold on and see
