I suck

I don’t fuck with the fake shit, wack shit, Trap-bitch tactics, tryna show ass, that’s it, Don’t use my views just to make yourself established, We know you’re stuck-up, but in reality, average. I’m past that, backtrack, facts that, Half-assed rappers couldn’t match that, Talk big online, but the act lacks, Whole image built up like a Snapchat. I see through the bullshit, no mask shit, You ain’t gotta tell me where the cash went, Every little flex got an ad attached, Funny how the loudest ones be the least established. Sorry, really didn’t mean to ruin your whole day, That nose ring don’t help when your attitude’s foul anyway, But other than that, get your shit back on track, I got what you need if you wanna grow from where you’re at. Knowledge I gained from the shit I survived, Thank God for my mother, thank God for my dad, They made me tough enough to fix my own shit, take risks, Take pictures so we can look back and remember this. I don’t need the fake love, fake hugs, fake shit, Whole crew plastic, everybody wanna take pics when I’m lit, Then act rich, but the lifestyle ain’t matching, I’m backstage laughing while they practice reactions. Got my foot on the gas, got my eyes on the past, Every scar that I carry just reminds me I lasted, I don’t chase clout, I chase checks, I chase classics, Every verse packed with enough shit to unpack it. Some wanna call me aggressive, I call it fantastic, Turn a loose thought into something cinematic, But fuck all that, let me tell you where I’m at, I’m deep inside my head, always drifting off track. Then I stop and think, “Calm down, Jeremy, relax,” You can get caught on your back, so react and make the pass, Like Steve Nash to Kobe when they needed that pass, I’m blasting off the map, moving way too damn fast. Hashtag incredible, focused, medicinal, Heaven-grown thoughts got me thinking subliminal, Look at what I brought, every thought became a track, Now I’m laughing to the bank like, “I told you I’d be back.” I wasn’t acting, never average, always savage, Like Randy, keep it one hundred, never panic, Bust your ass and make something from nothing, I did it so much, I had to believe it was coming. Had to convince myself just to convince somebody else, Had to look at what I built and say, “Damn, that’s impressive,” White boy from here, still came up with a message, They can doubt the zip code, but they can’t doubt the effort. Them plates won’t help when I shoot to kill, Headshots only, every line got skill, No phony bologna, I want mine fried, Mama, I’m sorry, I’m just trying to provide. One day I’ll be in a Ferrari, giving everybody what they wanted, Not because I forgot where I came from, But because I remember every night that I was hungry. No matter the cost, first my parents safe and well, Then my kids, my brothers, my sister doing well, Everybody eating, that’s the family policy, If I make it out alone, then what the fuck is success to me? Call it nepotism, I call it making sure they’re straight, I got too much love to let my people watch me celebrate, I came from making something out of nothing with my hands, So when I finally make it, everybody gets a chance.