The Unchosen

[Intro]
Yeah, uh huh

[Verse 1]
Wow, a hundred hours, how long will you spend on it
You ain't wished her happy birthday
Or talked to none of your homies
Disconnected your phone and locked yourself in your home
I guess that's just a couple words from the unchosen
Got bored of being bored then caught up in the moment
Fell in love with music, now the only thing he knows is
Smells like a story of a nigga named Jet that
Claims he ain't trying to be number one on your playlist
And different day, different dollar never made sense
Especially when there ain't been a dollar that he made since
The beginning of this hustle was all struggle
Probably the reason he remain humble
Heart burning
His soul's patient, with time, his mind's racing
Hate to do it all to find he might not make it
Living as though he was only born to flow
With a mind state as though he was never born to grow
And so he has his doubts in this thing they call life
But he'll never give up 'cause it's gon' be alright
And so he keeps working just hoping to grow
I guess that's just a couple words from the un-chosen

[Chorus]
Reach for everything that you can't get (aw)
You record every day, dream for everything
But when will it all work out
Everytime things get better, you just feel they don't
Then you feel you're 'bout to give up and lose hope
But it's all gon' work, just gotta take it slow man
'Cause you're far from the un-chosen

[Verse 2]
Uh huh, I just had a talk with LuMo
Who would've thought we'd be in this situation
He produce, I spazz under any stipulation
SJSU said we didn't meet qualifications
Ran circles 'round that campus, I figured we'd figure eight 'em
There we failed, but here we prevail and make it
The topic of all conversation under any verbatim
I'm chasing after success 'til the end of any duration
Racing after success 'til the end, baby I'm racing
I came from no plan or patience, to no plan or patience
But managing to end up in those debates about
Who's next up, but I'm far from it
Ain't got enough swag to feel star studded
Just thinking back when things were feeling dumb hopeless
Million fans later, feeling on the same boat
Only difference is a yacht, and it cruise instead of row, but
That's just a couple words from the un-chosen

[Chorus]
Reach for everything that you can't get (aw)
You record every day, dream for everything
But when will it all work out
Everytime things get better, you just feel they don't
Then you feel you're 'bout to give up and lose hope
But it's all gon' work, just gotta take it slow man
'Cause you're far from the un-chosen

[Verse 3]
You're no good, you're low budget
You barely got any money, you won't amount to nothing
You don't think you're worth it, and your confidence is struggling
And those types of things don't cut it
So I never cease to keep attempting to cut the dotted line
But it seems the piece of paper sent to me was not aligned
Either that, or my cutting technique was not defined
Or I just didn't make the cut 'cause it was not the time
But other than that, I feel my faith
'Til I got enough tapes that can fill my basement
I'ma keep at it 'til I reach attic
'Til I see statuses and statuses and statuses
Ain't the best, but I know my drive is pretty adequate
Enough to throw me in the mix until I master it
And things seem to fall apart right before they tighten up
And true colors show, I just pray they see the right ones
'Cause if not, then everything I work for is hopeless
That's just a couple words from the un-chosen, yeah

[Chorus]
Reach for everything that you can't get (aw)
You record every day, dream for everything
But when will it all work out
Everytime things get better, you just feel they don't
Then you feel you're 'bout to give up and lose hope
But it's all gon' work, just gotta take it slow man
'Cause you're far from the un-chosen