Hurt

It feels like just yesterday
I would roll up to the school, meet up with friends and then dap
Thinking that me and them cool, I was a fool, they would stab me in the back
Saying that I was a tool, it would just fuel me I'd head home and get on a track
While they would just sit there and drool, I found the tools that I needed make it in rap
That shit made my circle compact, I would just move on I promise I’d never react
I’m trying to make me a million and I’m gonna get it by next year it's simply a fact
The number may not be exact, but in that vicinity cuz I attack
And eat up the beat, man in ever get week I been up like a week I don’t think I know how to relax
I’m up and am tryna make moves, I never lose, I got way too much to prove
I need me a crib with a view, and some for my crew, I got way too much to do
To ever be focused on you, anyone hating is outta my tune, the moment I came out I knew from the womb
That they would be burying me in a tomb
I ain’t ever had a plan b no way
Always knew I’d live my life my own way
I ain’t ever working for a low wage
Dawg I plan to go and take this shit the whole way
Coming back to laugh in everyone's face
Flexing on em all the money that I’d make
Passing up on every single hand shake
When they ask me why this is all I’ll say muthafucka

Hook:
DID IT HURT? seeing me winning you act like you love it but secretly hate it
Did it burn? right from the beginning you said that I wouldn’t but I’m outta make it
Do ya stomach turn? knowing you coulda been part of it but now you stuck in the matrix
Shit ain’t you at your worst? grinding a 9 to 5 not doing shit man you no one and faceless
You mad I got the perks? blowing up quickly I’m boutta be young rich and famous
You mad your dreams are murked? stuck in the cycle you won’t make out living basic
I put my vision first! from sun up to sun down I’m working until I’m the greatest
You living tasteless, I had the patience, I said I’ma make it I’m backing the statements. yeah..

It feels like just yesterday
I would roll up to my class, teachers would be on my ass
My peers couldn’t get off my dick, I was so sick of it, people would always harass
But nowadays everyone quit, they turn around yo what up dawg and they go in for dap
All that is a bottomless pit, so I learned to quit with the fake and not fall in the trap, yuh
I would just grind and use it for motivation all the time
I knew they’d end up as basic their life they would hate it just working a 9 to a five
I'll never do that I’m way too alive, ya’ll can pursue that I'd rather go strive
And take over the world until everything’s mine, I’m taking everything they try to deny
I’m all your favorite rappers combined, they couldn’t last a day up in my mind
You got a problem with me get in line, write it down homie on top of the line
I'll wipe my ass with it when I find the time, but I don’t have time for the people who whine
So I'd say to throw it away and that's fine, and maybe man up and stop being feline
I’m up tryna get paid
I'm tryna be the rapper of the decade
I gave my dues and the debts paid
Now hoes tryna kick it like a sense
I'd rather get rent paid, ignoring them all they’re just stupid distractions
I'd rather go get it I’m taking the action, now when I’m back home they all hit me what happened
Respond em a text with all this in a caption I say

Hook:
DID IT HURT? seeing me you winning you act like you love it but secretly hate it
Did it burn? right from the beginning you said that I wouldn’t but I’m boutta make it
Do ya stomach turn? knowing you coulda been part of it but now you stuck in the matrix
Shit ain’t you at your worst? grinding a 9 to 5 not doing shit man you know one and faceless
You mad i got the perks? blowing up quickly I’m boutta be young rich and famous
You mad your dreams are murked? stuck in the cycle you won’t make out living basic
I put my vision first! from sun up to sun down I’m working until I’m the greatest
You living tasteless, i had the patience, i said I’ma make it I’m backing the statements. yeah..