QuESt - Struggle Rapper текст песни

Текст песни Struggle Rapper - QuESt



Wassup wassup, er'body!
As you all know, Jermaine Dupri so so debt
Posted Survival of The Freshest Rap Battle
Tour to end last year
Now we wanna thank everybody for comin' out
Er'body for showin' they support
Here's the deal
I watched videos from all the contestants
And I've chosen one who I think is the best
It's the homeboy QuESt from Miami
So QuESt, you on yo way to Atlanta
Southside studios and get a track by me for your
Demo deal!
And all I hear is
'QuESt you got the talent, so tell me why you aint blow, nigga?'
Dont even know nigga, matta fact, I know
I just hate to admit that I made mistakes in my past
I wish I had the chance to erase
Industry be treated like a relay and every night I replay
Situations where it could have been on, nigga
Masonry is still fucking with my dome, nigga
Whats even worse is that my 11 Gs they gave me
To compensate for the loss, I blew in less than seven months, nigga
Imagine coming back to what happened with JD
After bragging to everyone, like niggas bout to pay me
Nineteen, thinking like this is the shit I work for
I cried myself to sleep for three days straight, no homo
Fuck it! Back to these rhymes, no wasting time on the could have been
Or shoulda been, just spit my struggles till Im maxed out
I black out, five tapes dropped in less than a year or 2
A buzz I felt would place me amongst the hottest
But nah, nigga! Sit ya black ass down!
You in the same situation with your black ass now
One of your projects could have got you the shine that you revered
But you dropped it, and like an idiot just fucking disappeared
I was young and stupid, plus no type of assist or direction
A proper representation, no plan to keep me a method
Shit it, Im hard headed
Would think that I would learn, but did it again twice
Like it was nothing of my concern
Struggle rapper, what are ya after!?
Ever since 7even I looked to heaven, dont let it happen!
My barber gave me free cuts, told me if you aint rappin', forget it
Im fuckin' taxing, no asking
Thats why my passion has never been lacking
Im looking for some answers!
When niggas that you started with seem to master the art of it
And climb beyond the stances
Reminiscing when Kendrick was prepping on dropping OD
When Cole released the warm up, but on my mama I had cold feet
Fast forward a couple years later, you see the time pass
Like what progression have I made, excuses made
At some point my jealousy ragin'
When I should be lookin' inside
But I dont want to face it, save it!
Plus Im dealing with life shit
Like how the fuck Im finna pay my life shit
Support a 9 to 5 or full time just rhyme shit
Choking on this music while it has me in a Heimlich
The same that saved me can destroy me, what a science
You dont get me up, but twenty two and in my mommas house
Barely graduated, fuck is college when the dramas out
Fired from my recent job and filed for unemployment
Pay a bill to silence scrutiny and bring about enjoyment
This music is only real if you can somehow pay the bills
And I aint eatin' wortha' shit, but in time I know I will
You can tell that to the woman who brought your life in this world
Supporting you while you chasing dream and sex with your girl
In your little brothers room while hes sleepin' out on the couch
I feel embarrassed to even let it come from out of my mouth, damn! (shit's real)
And thats just only half of the story
Ill take you back to '07, shit is true
When I was kicked out, spent my last 20$ on a cool
In the course of 5 years, I returned to where I left from
Acquired the desire, and lost it faster than redrum
Dont even fret a piss when I hear these rapper you dis'
Like they got it!
And Im the one that was slept upon and just missed
I dismiss that
Peace to the niggas getting their kit kat
No love and showing hate, thats how a bitch act
I swear Ill never get that
But wont even lie I wish that it was me
Half of these niggas take for granted what they see
Thats why when niggas get multiple chances to do it right
And fail to follow up, it makes me sick to my knees
Struggle rapper, what are you after
This could be beautiful, or turn into a great disaster
Truly my calling, I just hope I didnt miss it
If I did, god tell me or just leave a lil message
Im stressin' on a certain when certainty lies at fate
And my faith must lie on yo labor
Forgive me now for sinning, but ache assist the behavior
Sometimes I get the holy ghost like Jesus is my savior
Turn around and doubt the path you lay for me to walk your favor
A human with a dream of rhyming
Music is changing so much I barely notice the climate
Maybe my image needs improvement
Maybe Im doing too much on my own
And need to drop some of this weight on my team for me to get known
Im my own label, my own publicist, my own composer
My own engineer, a lone soldier
I got to keep me motivated
Everybody I know has made it
Struggling the most in a circle full of personal favors
You know I spit it from the heart nigga
Its been like its from the start nigga
The only thing that I was taught nigga
Honesty the policy and choice, so know your part nigga
For real, you joke about it but I wake up having nightmares
Lack of recognition, thirty plus, recitin' white tears
Im torn, meanin' my thoughtsll never give me my shot of where I want to be
Looking at my peers and feeling low within economy
Pissed off, gazing in the mirror, hardly sleeping
Missed opportunities haunting me
Fighting from resentment, my wife is strugglin' to call me
Breaking the T.V. when the Grammy's show and Im not part of it
Thats why I got to hustle
The nightmares feel as real as the dreams, stand clean with a lot of muscle
Even the thought of becoming worthless is motivation
So fuck you to whoever thought in they soul hating
Struggle rapper, just dont become a struggle rapper
Whatever you after, dont waste your time and become a laughter
The fans turn into a blind motivation
But I still understand, it takes time, no patience
Though, this is everything I saw
Nothing else besides me and these motherfucking flows
I need this one chance, and I promise I will show
Everyone who seem to tell me what I already know
What are you after?
What will you sacrifice?
No matter what you choose
Don't let em see you die



Авторы: Unknown Writer, Sylvan Lacue


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