The Source

You want the source
I’m a rapper in the industry
A high school bum
Who never dropped
Chum in May
Yet they say I can’t rap
But there clicking on my shit
Giving me views
Just waiting for my Coachella cue
And when I make money I live like hugh
You and me are uncomparable
Because I’m better
I’ll mix and master like David Guetta
Not like half these fucks
Don’t call me a trend setter
Because you ain’t on the wave
I came to save the day
The rap game
Ain’t ready
But I gotta come in steady
With a left
Right left
Right
And they didn’t see me in sight
Roll one up went to 100 streams
Me and Xen we kept following are dream
And t all seems
That that shit didn’t happen
If it didn’t than why are we still rapping
I’m kidnapping these careers
And busting cheers
But at the end of the day
When the curtains close
I’m unknown
Just a guy in clothes
Bowes from the stage
For one last run
Spend time with my family and my son
But fuck all that
This between me and myself
I can’t be restless
If I wanna get on the best list
The top ten
Yet I’m getting passed on every year
Like Big Ben
Don’t let me sin
And at the end of the day I’m back and I’m better
The curtain opens
And I’m standing there a man
With a mic and a message for everyone
That wants to listen
The next one has risen