Workahol Addict

[Free Verse] I got my swagger from ye, I got my hustle from 50 I use to shop at the thrift store; niggas told me I’m thrifty Now I be rockin’ my Jordan’s and women tell me I’m nifty But if you know me for clothing, I rather have you forget me See they down for the blow up, but ain’t down for the grow up So f*ck you to the people who thinkin’ they can just show up People change up as a dude grow older Act fake, I don’t hesitate to give em’ cold shoulders Waking up in cold sweats, dreams give me cold feet Feeling incomplete, I can’t let my goals get out of reach These niggas getting it twisted, they starting to form a torsion No respect for any nigga that’s born into a fortune To tell me I don’t be workin’, I view it as a distortion So if I don’t ever make it, I blow it out of proportion I never took a rest, that’s the rest of these niggas So I might not be the best, but get the best of these niggas I’m always trying to get paid, always had to grind more Use to walk around my neighborhood with a lawnmower Twenty Five per yard, as a Youngin’ I was working Pulling All-Nighters on school days, revising my verses To make it, you need faith, but how much faith is really needed until it gets called fate I’m scared of fate because it’s fatal Fatal thoughts make me unstable Unstable acts is what stop me from being under a label I caught up with Tahjila, she ain’t changed as it seems Said that she was proud of me to getting my music streamed For making elementary dreams turn to adolescent schemes And even as they doubt, never change my self-esteem Haters talk mess, and they swear they be demoting me They wrong, cause they be the main ones that’s promoting me So when someone devoting, they pretty much provoking me To keep on working, show there’s no one close to me A webcam was my mic, just the life of beginners Don’t complain, that separated the whiners from the winners Had to work with what we had, but we never ratify I knew we could do better cause low quality won’t satisfy You reach first place then you earn gold Must be fool’s gold, claiming that you number one You waiting on my single, when you might as well be making one You stay affiliated with haters, and that’ll make you one Started getting cache, instead of caking on the phone Need a deal, cause they thinkin’ we can’t make it all alone Boy I’m a Workahol Addict, Lyrical Phenom I put a hole through a nigga like a straw in a Caprisun Sh*t on beats, Toilet seats, get Detroit Pissed On Just to think that it was my dreams that they threw upon the floor & took a leak on Now every single week, I sign a lease and drop a leak online Now why they call me Bonkers? Nearly lost my mind You stand behind your bars, they gone block your shine Hand Delivered Dreams, Who Gone Stop my grind A Workahol Addict, Ima Earn what’s mine BONKERS !