Cafeteria Discussion

[Intro] This is the shit what we talking about When we in the cafeteria Like one day we'll be make it One day they be hearing us [Bridge] I'd be lying to myself If i said i ain't in this game for the wealth If my album drop, will it pop or stay on on the shelf? Make an income of expressing myself Expressing myself [Verse 1] Sit back, thinking so deep Think about past, sometimes hope leaves And my dreams near, but they farther to reach And that doesn't make sense, but it does when your me And they say that i should quit, like fuck do you mean? My skills already there, i need luck and i'll be Better that your favorite, ain't that what I'm here for? Mom I'm almost there so why dropping tears for? Giving it my all, pictures of my pain On a record, and their special so i put em on a frame Nothing given, its earned Wonder if i can make a living, off words I'm working, a handout is worthless Success is more sweat, when you know you deserved it Influenced by the 90's so i copy em a lot Big L or Nas, or Big, Em, and Pac Going smoking sisha, saying, saying what if we make it? That's how most our conversations go Talk about the fame, talk about the hoes Talk about the money, talk about the clothes Talk shit about everybody that we don't like Saying whats up him? man he ain't got no life It's hard to create, yet they will criticize the art They don't see the work that we put in, they only admire the results Oh god, no way you could pass me I'm last chance, of this craft mayn Man I'm tired of hearing the same shit Same flow, same thing My mind is being tainted By the shit im exposed to My city don't give rappers shine, i ain't even known local Only known in my own school [Hook] This is the shit what we talking about When we in the cafeteria Like one day we'll be making it One day they be hearing us One day they be hearing us This is the shit what we talking about When we in the cafeteria Like one day we'll be making it One day they be hearing us, us One day they be hearing us, us One day they be hearing us, us One day they be hearing us, us [Bridge] I'd be lying to myself If i said i ain't in this game for the wealth If my album drop, will it pop or stay on on the shelf? Make an income of expressing myself Expressing myself [Verse 2] Reminiscing tripping over the talks that we have So much belief we gonna make it with rap Discussing who's sick and who's whack Who spits and who can tell a story on tracks And it's funny how it started, cuz no one knows how One minute I'm in classes, next minute i was rapping With my producers, we was making tracks shit Releasing 2 mixtapes, in my mind I'm like damn this a classic Regret releasing those, cuz those were just practice Wasn't ready to go or make anything happen Didn't have a vision, and i didn't really plan shit In the studio, you would think we'd be productive But every time we there, we doing some dumb shit But ain't nobody forgetting those discussions Talk about fame, our names on the billboards Everybody knowing our music, that is something to kill for Talk about respect, being everybody top 5 The best beats, and the way that i drop rhymes [Outro] When people mention their lists, i wanna be top 5 Not top 5, at least top 10, i just wanna be there But you could never understand right? You don't get these visions