No Faith

'It's cool...Yeah, I ain't believe I could do it...' Abusing the mic, rhymes rolled a few in the night Knowing my teams special like we do in a hype But due to the price of fame and economical limits My wallet has nothing but id's and receipts in it Started to fiend, Rise the artist in gene There's two types of bills, I had the ones that aren't green Cause when you're a new act in the back of the scene Starting off you get treated like Jack with the bean Your dreams tossed out the window, they question why you choose it But if you be the artist they all knew you could do it Bad advice hurts like a jagged knife poked in your spine Dipped in salt and rusted after soaking in limes Most of the time there's eyes in the back of my head Cause people falling off on the way and grabbing your leg Battle for bread 'till you dead, stress harden my face Take over this huge planet its just a marble in space [Hook] They said I couldn't do it, I was wasting my time And now they're early to my shows sleeping in line Can't wait till I rhyme so I can scream and they cheer it But sorry y'all its too late I don't want to hear it They said I couldn't do it, ain't believing my shit Now they peeping my hits and want to be on the list People are trips, slept now they screaming and cheering... But its too late I don't want to hear 'em I couldn't take it anymore, my songs not in any stores Broke its a joke to be poor, needed a penny more Paying dues with IOU's, I need another job Screening phone calls lying to Discover Cards When they call, I ain't paid them in months, they sound upset But they don't know my voice, so I tell them that I just left An everyday struggle, the fight of my life Its like I got the dynamite but got to fight for the light So I keep it moving, but never let the dust settle Cause rappers nowadays make me want to switch to metal I hate the rotation, the stations are all fools I only listen to tapes of Jazz and Old School I'm going to blow if it kills you, but they'll hold the checks Its not who flows the best, its about your rolodex So I flow to wreck and I don't get so upset Because I know I'm loved by millions, they don't know it yet [Hook] And peace to my fam for understanding my ways And realizing that this rap thing is more than a faze I worked on nothing but my music and that had to be days When they thought I'm chilling, like the bills are magically paid At night when I laid sometimes I just wished for a change Wanted to elevate, got helped in picking my name I been slept on, on the climb, but I still rhyme Who's the victim in the crime if I try to kill time Suicide, who could rise without going back down To levels where dropped pennies pierce a hole in the ground Rocking the best, till the doc shocking my chest See, fucking with this rap shit I got it to death And they say your working best as an artist when your hungry Some dope niggas made some money and got comfy The dopest is Rise, who's left scooping these guys Axis, Three - Six, so open your eyes [Hook 2X]