my soul

Feelin like a QB, with a bad O-Line Wonder how my town would be, with no g-juan Being hustled, like drugs in the trap So much problems and that’s why I rap People act like they’re my friend when theyre not Then go off saying that they keep it real I feel right above the country, T dot Feel like I’m bald cuz I wonder what’s the deal The last thing I need right now is some hatin Just do you i don’t mean masturbatin Last thing I wanna do is sell my soul to satin I’m already going through mental mahem I’ll remember writing raps up in the lunchroom Cuz sooner or later I’ll be high up like the moon And soon my social life won’t have much room I hope my older friends dont find out imagine such doom [Chorus] I’m under so much pressure right now Cuz right now I dont even measure right now I hope I’m giving you some pleasure right now Life is a nice lady dont mess with her right now [Verse] I remember being asked what will be my career I never would say anything really sincere Didnt wanna tell em there’s a star in here So I would say i wanna be an office worker Really all I wanted was cash, cars, clothes and hookers Feel like everyone I meet is a future onlooker I would hold a notebook and say it’s for school They look inside of it and see it’s full of raps I tell them that its poems I know it’s uncool But they know I wanna be a rapper cuz of my hat Now I got everyone aking for a freestyle Then I feel like I’m in the movie 8 mile Come up with raps off the head you’ll just brag And poor guys bragging bout money makes me gag Definition of a dreamer is me Look in my eyes and you’ll see