Struggle Rapper

[Produced by Wishlade & 6ix] [Intro - Jermaine Dupri] Wassup, wassup everybody As yall know, it's your man Dupri of So So Def Host of the survival of the freshest rap battle tour at the end of last year Now I mean I wanna thank everybody for coming out And everybody for showing their support Here's the deal I watched videos from all the contestants And I've chosen one who I think is the best It's the homeboy QuESt from Miami So QuESt, you're on your way to Atlanta, Southside Studios And get a track by me for your demo deal [Verse 1 – QuESt] And all I hear is, QuESt you got the talent, so tell me why you ain’t blow nigga? Don’t even know nigga Matter fact, I know I just hate to admit that I made mistakes in my past I wish I had the chance to erase Industry be treated like a relay And every night I replay Situations where it could have been on nigga Masonry is still fucking with my dome nigga What’s even worse is that my 11 G’s they gave me To compensate for the loss, I blew in less than 7 months nigga Imagine coming back to what happened with JD After bragging to everyone, like niggas bout to pay me 19, thinking like this is the shit I work for I cried myself to sleep for three days straight, no homo Fuck it, back to these rhymes, no wasting time on the could have been Or should have been, just spit my struggles till I’m maxed out I black out, five tapes dropped in less than a year or two A buzz I felt would place me amongst the hottest But nah, nigga Sit your black ass down You in the same situation with your black ass now One of your projects could have got you the shine that you revered But you dropped it, and like an idiot just fucking disappeared I was young and stupid, plus no type of assist or direction A proper representation, no plan to keep me a method Shit it, I’m hard headed Would think that I would learn, but did it again twice Like it was nothing of my concern Struggle rapper, what are you after Ever since seven I looked to heaven, don’t let it happen My barber gave me free cuts Told me if you ain’t rapping, forget it I’m fucking taxing, no asking That’s why my passion has never been lacking I’m looking for some answers When niggas that you started with seem to master the art of it And climb beyond the stances Reminiscing when Kendrick was prepping on dropping OD When Cole released The Warm Up, but on my mama I had cold feet Fast forward a couple years later, you see the time pass Like what progression have I made, excuses made At some point my jealousy raging When I should be looking inside But I don’t want to face it, save it Plus I’m dealing with life shit Like how the fuck I’m finna pay my lights shit Support a 9 to 5 or full time just rhyme shit Choking on this music while it has me in a Heimlich The same that saved me can destroy me, what a science You don’t get me though But 22 and in my mama’s house Barely graduated, fuck is college when the drama’s out Fired from my recent job and filed for unemployment Pay a bill to silence scrutiny and bring about enjoyment This music’s only real if you can somehow pay the bills And I ain’t eating worth a shit, but in time I know I will You can tell that to the woman who brought your life in this world Supporting you while you chasing dream and sex with your girl In your little brother’s room while he’s sleeping out on the couch I feel embarrassed to even let it come from out of my mouth Damn! (Shit is real) And that’s just only half of the story I’ll take you back to 07, shit is true When I was kicked out, spent my last 20 on a cool In the course of five years, I returned to where I left from Acquired the desire, and lost it faster than rum Don’t even fret or guess when I hear these rapper you diss Like they got it And I’m the one that was slept upon and just missed I dismiss that Peace to the niggas getting their kit kat No love and showing hate, that’s how a bitch act I swear I’ll never get that But won’t even lie I wish that it was me Half of these niggas take for granted what they see That’s why when niggas get multiple chances to do it right And fail to follow up, it makes me sick to my knees Struggle rapper, what are you after This could be beautiful, or turn into a great disaster Truly my calling, I just hope I didn’t miss it If I did, God tell me or just leave a little message I’m stressing on a certain when certainty lies at fate And my faith was [?] your labor Forgive me now for sinning, but inconsistent behavior Sometimes I get the holy ghost like Jesus is my savior Turn around and doubt the path you lay for me to walk your favor A human with a dream of rhyming Music is changing so much I barely notice the climate Maybe my image needs improvement Maybe I’m doing too much on my own And need to drop some of this weight on my team for me to get known I’m my own label, my own publicist, my own composer My own engineer, a lone soldier I got to keep me motivated Everybody I know has made it Struggling the most in a circle full of personal favors You know I spit it from the heart nigga It’s been like this from the start nigga The only thing that I was taught nigga Honesty the policy and choice, so know your part nigga For real, you joke about it but I wake up having nightmares Lack of recognition, 30 plus, reciting white tears I’m torn, meaning my thoughts’ll never give me my shot of being where I want to be Looking at my peers and feeling low within economy Pissed off, gazing in the mirror, hardly sleeping Missed opportunities haunting me [?] will resent me, my wife is struggling to call me Breaking the TV when the Grammys show and I’m not part of it That’s why I got to hustle The nightmares feel as real as the dreams, stand clean with a lot of muscle Even the thought of becoming worthless is motivation So fuck you to whoever thought in they soul hating Struggle rapper, just don’t become a struggle rapper Whatever you after, don’t waste your time and become a laughter The fans turn into a blind motivation But I still understand, it takes time, no patience Though, this is everything I saw Nothing else besides me and these motherfucking flows I need this one chance, and I promise I will show Everyone who seem to tell me what I already know [Outro – Melat] What are you after? What will you sacrifice? No matter what you choose Don't let em see you die [Outro Skit - Chris Zarou *Phone*] *You have one new voice message First voice message* "Hey QuESt it's Chris from Visionary Music Group Give me a call when you get this Thanks"