Nonfiction

[Verse 1] Void been open since two of the best died One from the East coast, one from the West side I been waiting for a gap but shit, this isn't easy Blowing up in fuckin' rap I won't resort to making the sort of music that appeals I put it on myself to fuckin' always keep it real And i'll even admit it, Painting Dreams sucked ass That's pretty much why i'm getting all my sleep in class Stay up all night writing, all night spitting But lately all this hate makes me contemplate quitting What's the difference? Why don't I get respect Cause i'm fourteen, chasing dreams, spitting better than the rest Kendrick got me hungry, made me stretch my verses New levels to the rhymes, disregarding all the curses A hex on the city, voo-doo in the streets Souls on the beats, that's why they waiting on release, bitch [Hook x2] Stay real or die trying One day i'ma get it And I never started lying And i'm not starting now Not starting now Hands together, on my knees Got to make my parents proud [Verse 2] Illustrating everyday Like a book, nonfiction Your enterprise embracing lies While mine follow the vision What's the point of living? I might as well prosper Keep a peace in mind Mindless clips in a chopper My voice provide bullets for the rounds, that's a challenge Creative brains lack less, appreciate no balance A pair of New Balance, instead of being typical My generation's bible isn't even biblical Reading all these tweets, while i'm spitting on these beats You can go fuck yourself if you ain't fuckin' with BG This is all me bitch, this is on my life I spend every night, just tryna' get it right And i'm bout' to kill the game, they gon' know the name BG on the mic, spitting nothing less' a flame BG on the mic, spitting nothing less' a flame, bitch [Hook x2]