Nero In Rome

(verse 1)
Yall saying yall be working hard, I'm working harder
Life has ups downs like a fucking barter
Haters fucking hating me like I fucked their daughters
I have my manners I bury beats that I have slaughtered

Spitting flow, on the microphone
Love to write about the haters who say that Im wrong
So I can come back later look at how far I have come
Flown everywhere till I'm confused where I belong

Writing songs, skipping parties you have thrown
Cities set on fire, like I'm Nero in Rome
Tired of the liars talking with indifferent tones
Please don’t say that you know when I'm driving tinted chrome

Uh and respect what I have shown
Dissing me behind me ain’t some shit that I condone
And my standards higher than a stoner when he's stoned
And I will never rest till I'm best you’ve your known

(verse 2)
As of lately I've been questing my motives man
Along the way I'm asking "really have I sold my soul?"
Not content with being remembered as a so and so
So I'm always looking for the hotter rhymes and colder flows

Trying to find success all the time went missin'
Never cheated I believe in women’s intuition
Mama want me in the college, thousands in tuition
But I'm trying to change her way like a football interception

Uh and I did change their perceptions
Got their heart, cuz I'm honest practicing confession
Got me in their good side cash in my possession
Running out of time, I rap and craft it to perfection

Chose my own profession, asked for no permissions
Im just trying to make bank then success is a condition
Pessimism missin', cherished my ambition
And I shoot for the stars, long barreled Smith&Wesson

(verse 3)
Haters you can stand low, when I come like Rambo
Got the heat, but my flow cold all the fans froze
Let the fans know, I’ve been grinding hands on
Making different shit unlike the rappers making same songs

I put the hours in bruh, shut who just doubted me up
You’ll probably see my profits pocketed bruh
I'm just saying, you wrong if you think that I'm insane
Don’t come later telling me you predicted what I became

Fame and the game ain't the reason why I'll change
I will change, cuz my pops been saying I'm the one to blame
For doing music, he’s a doubter looking at me strange
He want the clean sheets I've been looking like a stain

So Im just trying to make it rain
And the sky would cry for me if it really felt my pain
I will play the game, don’t feel so ashamed
Later when you realize something
That I've told you and explained