Текст песни Surgery Raps - Lecs

What we on, what we on man?
Got my crutches in the stu right now and shit
These some surgery raps
Yo

These just some raps that came right from my bed
Leg above my head
That surgery had me on Percocets
I took some time to rest
Clean up my mind, cause man that shit's a mess
Between the stress, of factoring how exactly to get this bread
And still progress
In every essence of my creative process
I tore my knee, got my degree
Got surgery, and now you see
Another day up in the life of this lil handsome young man
I finger roll up all of the bullshit in the trash can
Heavy on the "Where the fuck was you at while I'm in the gym?"
Back and forth the trips up to the phone store just to make some ends
Meet, so I could keep the stu up in the basement I was in
Record up on my mic, call it a night, I had to wake up and
Ball up in the morning, after that the school was calling
Would attend, but I was stallin'
Every moment that was often
Just like Joseph, kept some Mary
Never weary of the scary
Saving money like I'm Terry
Tryna build my sanctuary
Get these raps up on these tracks produced by me or those who worthy
BrotherSpins sent this one in
At first listen I grabbed my pen
And started scribbling just what I felt within
The only thing that's messy is the way I'm dribbling in
And if I'm lying I'll just go back and do it again
Because some rappers they ain't nothing but some fools with a pen
Or with out one, cause I know that they ain't think of they shit
And if it's clever then they prolly just be copying it

Yo, uh
Look

But I ain't really chasing bread you see
I do this for the artistry
This music shit be pumping through my arteries
Just like the kick up on this beat
But part of me be saying fuck a chorus, so just pardon me
It dawned on me, I'm rapping almost 2 minutes up on this beat
So let me wrap this up
This just the track before the package done

Yeah
One take
Yeah