Oversitting

[Hook]
Counting up my blessings, man I gotta check em twice
Give a fuck about suggestions, ain’t no questions in my mind
Made my family proud, now it’s time to make em rich
I was staying fucking patient, but it’s time to get it bitch

[Verse 1]
They ain’t understanding, but I’m over sitting
In a swivel chair, that’s in a stuck position
I’ve been taking bruises, tryna pen the punches
But they box me in so they just duck and miss em
But my competition looking nonexistent
When it comes to my country and state
Man I know that my only opponent
Is focus on moments I’m making mistakes
It don’t cost a dollar when you pay attention
But you wanna cop chains how does that make sense?
I’m investing seconds , tryna build a business
Do you think that my free time pays my rent?
Nah, that ain’t the shit I’m on, regardless, I’ll just keep shifting along
But, if this can get a response, then maybe the charts are a possible spot
Matter of the fact that’s guaranteed, if just one cares I’ll be happy to see
Try to neglect it but have to respect it, I’m pouring my heart got a habit to bleed
If you feels this then a thousand can, so I gotta dig deep til I’ve found my fans
All you guys that are here right now, gonna watch my back, till I find my stance
Kick my legs out, make em hurt, I can’t break new ground til I taste the dirt
Some lost sight of the papers purpose, see empty space and they negate the worth
But it ain’t my fault they don’t get it, page house my spirit
Gonna be the sole tenant, forget it, can’t match my shots
Cole Bennett, that first law flow never lose momentum
Propelling myself to the forefront, I’m gonna take off, in a minute
This beat had my head in the clouds, I guess you could say that I already did it
I’ll never be letting you say when I finish, I’m Brushing the surface
But paint to my limits, preventing these artists from tainting my image
I’m picking my path as the page is beginning

[Hook]
Counting up my blessings, man I gotta check em twice
Give a fuck about suggestions, ain’t no questions in my mind
Made my family proud, now it’s time to make em rich
I was staying fucking patient, but it’s time to get it bitch

[Verse 2]
Lotta time wasted, tracing on a pad
Overthinking all the outcomes I never could’ve had
Good or bad, life is gonna be the same
Never spend another second on shit I could never change
Arranging my direction, and living inside the present
So now I’m just focused on making impressions
On people that’s seeking a message of truth, finding perfection in pressure and youth
Uh, That’s the way that I feel
Melting it down, just to harden the steel
Find deeper waters to recover the real
That be keeping secrets that my struggles reveal
None of you people can stop me
Been there, done that, knocked you down
Rappers gather for the Chitter chatter
When you're stats are yapping I ain’t hearing a sound
That’s a Figure of speech
Matter of fact I’ll be speaking with figures
I’ll break shit down for the Ye’s and the Jiggas
With every single letter make it deliver
Leavng my stamp on the game, P.S
Making plays since the first D.S
Mario 3, with a Gameboy Cartridge
Life is a trip no bon voyages
Like Ali, had a young boy heart with, passion and purpose, regardless of profit
All of you people are focused on bullshit, missing the point and avoiding the topic
Yeah, This is more than the stats, doing this shit for the nights never had
I was given a choice and decided to rap, so I’m making it worth all the time that I have