Hours

Can't count the amount of hours that I put in
Mixtape went plastic, album went wooden
Nothing went platinum, not saying that it couldn't
Saved a little money to give myself a cushion
When I started, I thought I was the illest
Freestyling for anyone who wanna hear it
High school, smoke for free, I had to deal it
Soundclick days, download beats and then kill it
Booking all those sessions before I built my own stu'
Never went to therapy, just writing what I go through
Can't change nothing, what happened was supposed to
Never gave up on my mission, that I can make a toast to

I mean I could've been
Still causing shit in the streets
Something shifted in me
'Cause I was at home ripping these beats
And I know I can
Say I went all in
Gave it my all and
Now the struggles just seem distant to me

Can't count the amount of hours that I put in
EP went aluminum but I just kept pushing
Releasing tracks like I just signed a contract
Didn't wanna be on TikTok or start a podcast
Fire kept burning, ain't that what happened?
But you don't wanna be on the same track I'm spazzing
I took short breaks but always came back to rapping
Frustrated with results, this is payback, I'm snapping
Since 16 I've been writing what I've been going through
Grandpa was a poet, mom is a poet too
Releasing this amount of music is long overdue
But I do know there's still more to do

I mean I could've been
Still causing shit in the streets
Something shifted in me
'Cause I was at home ripping these beats
And I know I can
Say I went all in
Gave it my all and
Now the struggles just seem distant to me