Bottom of a Cup

[Verse 1] So I might lack the street cred’, I argue with a pencil But how the Hell could you know everything that I've been through It ain't much, I never said that it was I do what I do and my reason isn't because Hardly intrinsic, I don't think that I could stop it Catastrophic, a bad habit better drop it I'm hurting my image, but only building my rep Everybody wanna stare, but I ain't missing a step Sticking to the script, thinking I got the memo Embarrassed. my third mixtape is my demo, let's go Athletes, you crack me up like a thong Not a girl scout cookie, but you can tag along To the venue, maybe dap me up a concert Not Mike Wazowski, but I'm an ink monster I just want to spit, quit hiding the mic Yeah the way I handle bars, it's like riding a bike [Hook] I need some pens and a pad of paper Then a raw beat and a thousand acres Cause if I'm one in a mil, then I'm coming to kill I got a handle on my life but forgot my chasers And I'm feeling kind of blind to noise And I'm feeling kind of deaf to light When I'm staring at the bottom of a cup All I want to do is call you and make things right [Verse 2] Word to the critics, you can call me what you want Leave your number chick but I ain't even calling once Cause I'm hung up on my last girl, the one that I dated A little over rated, maybe a little jaded But what's heartbreak, I'm supposed to be insensitive And not have feelings oh and not to mention it's Getting to me and that I think about you Cause I'm seeing myself in everything that you do And it's getting a little harder, maybe a little water Could drown out my sorrow but here comes tomorrow I hated yesterday, that shit was like today And now you know that I'm thinking about you everyday Damn. how could I let that slip? You said it couldn't work, we just needed practice I guess I was hoping you would come back, shit You were my Cinderella girl, but I'm the comeback kid [Hook] [Verse 3] I'll put a bullet in your bulletins, scream about a deadline You won't meet a deadline until you fucking read mine Ok let me get mine, swapping out my enzymes Rapping about brain, asking if this is a headline So I'm gonna spit on what you think Because I'm rapping until I bleed nothing but some ink I'm bubbling, suddenly everything is in front of me All I can do is pray that nothing out there is hunting me Honestly, I don't know if they get my jokes They say that I'm excellent but not without the yolks One of my songs just broke ten thousand I'm on the A-Team but I don't dress like Alvin Some girl just to hook up, kind of wish I knew her She took a Big Gulp, how's that sound Bloomberg I'm breaking records they like you gonna pay for it? These labels need to Get Smart like agent 86 [Hook]