Sound pound

Im okay with being underrated
But slated off to the side
By all these goofies i can't take it
Just save it with all the bullshit
All these mother fuckers saying
You praying for acts of miracle
Your skin i fish fillet it uh

You got a problem boy why don’t you come and say it
Been sick and tired of trying read these minds they contemplating
And raving on bout success when we all know you fucking playing
Bitch the only fucking taste you get is lying with your patience

Bout your background
And how your sound ground pound the bass round
Lost found
This music helps me realize my life now
And you fat clowns
Use it as a tool to build your kid crowd
Jump out
Im hopping off the stage and into the hell hounds

I dont owe you shit mother fucker
Asking now a little late mother fucker
You get crushed blood sucker
Ima tick and you a flea little nigga
Spiting poison in your skin mother fucker
You get ripped mother fucker

Skin ripped ticked off to high hell
Fuck around and have these niggas wishing that the sky fell
And hit em on they head so they can never feel my dark spell
Useless fucking lyrics might as well box myself in shell

And i thought all this “pity me” shit would get better
Mother fuckers acting sad and insecure to build their cheddar
To the point where i can't even speak my mind or write a letter
Everybody tries to box me in and act like i can't settle

I hope your happy now
Words are popping
Louder sounds
Pissy little boy
He acting sappy cus his braids are down
When i was stressing as a kid
Each time the fucking lights went out
Paranoid and weeping wondering when the fucking sounds will stop

Shoulder pops
My back is hurting
I carry all this fucking weight and yet i still be working
Ima keep on fucking going til my heart go out
Never get comfortable i’ll stab myself til art come out

Weakness is strength is what i learned in these streets
My feets are scarred up pins and needles pain my walk as i creep
Talk is cheap is what i learned as i continue to speak
Niggas sit and talking i be walking punishing dreams

Nobody said this shit was easy i should stop my complaining
Cus who im saving will be me my family if im patient
Ive been rushing myself, without considering help
Ive been pushing on so many years ain't worried bout health
I just want a home, a phone call just a friend got my brothers
Hope this shit can pop off soon so i dont worry bout the others
College plaguing all my thoughts im fucking stressing bout schooling
Everybody tells me get a real job get that paper
After all im only 17 and worried bout labor
I just wanna be happy
I just wanna have music
Speak my dreams aloud and everybody acts like im stupid
Tell myself im okay
Tell myself i’ll be great
But in the end i eat reality a whole different plate