Not in the Blueprint

“Wh, what image are you portraying in the media?”
“I don’t portray anything, I am who I am, and you guys portray what you get”

So much could change if I wanted it to
Already so much has changed since I hopped in the booth
I got no one to blame if I stop with this music
I’ve bin trying to write something I’m just not in the mood

I swear this shit is all I have in life but what’s it to you?
The same cats who think they’re critics giving props to a goose
Mocking my new shit
They probably thought I dropped it for views
I couldn’t care less for opinions when your not in my shoes

I keep tripping over nothing like a knot in my shoes
I can’t pretend that I’ve bin happy, I’m just lost and confused
Half a gram mixed with baccy - Nah thats not gunna do it
What was i doing?
Going back to hеr was Not in the Blueprint

I’m an idiot
They wondеr why I’m locked in a room
On some stupid shit
I gotta stop this constant abuse
I’m not used to this, there’s people trying to use me for a flick
Back then I had no one so I’m proper confused

People I love turned their back on me for things that they regret
In the end it was on me, so what can I do?
All this pressure’s like a shotty to my head
I’m still trying to make moves
If I’ve got nothing now then what can I lose?

People I love turned their back on me for things that they regret
In the end it was on me, so what can I do?
All this pressures like a shotty to my head but
I’m still trying to make moves
If I’ve got nothing now, what can I lose?

It’s like the more I try to help myself the harder it gets
And I know that shit’s bin worse and it’s half in my head
I can’t pretend that things are perfect when I’m partially a wreck
At least I’m making money now and I ain’t starving to death

Charge for the feature still cost them like an arm and a leg
Ask Marcus, I skipped parties to work on my craft instead
No lager, just me, in the dark with a pen
And everyone that came around was coming down from something

I don’t wanna argue with them
It comes naturally to some
For me its hard to pretend
When I started writing music all my bars were a mess
I can’t explain the way I felt but I was harbouring stress

Part of me's scared
I Know they could be laughing instead
Take it back before the drugs when things were half as intense
Make it back before the sun down and laugh without sesh
He faced everything
Now its just a mask that he wears