Unsung

Prelude: Rest in peace to the Earl the GOAT, Manigault The best there never was GPT is, God, Paper, and Teamwork Praise God, get your paper, and put you team on I mean, you can’t put your team on until you get your paper right That’s all I’m trying to do baby. That’s all I’m trying to do Yea, I’m up early before the sun come out Neighbors bitching, land lady trippin run her mouth Live life three times, I wonder what this one about In prison trying think how to Shawshank and tunnel out And I wonder if my crews going to see me as a failure Would you, if I never come through on those dreams that I sell you For every Michael of the world there’s an Earl One who never made it, and quick to take it out on his girl I mean, talent is one thing, what are you meant to be Been called one of the dopest poets of the century This a gift that was meant for me, I never asked for it Most you niggas Harvey Dent to me after the accident So if I trust you, I love you, if I know then fuck you Is the simple as one two, as the bullshit we can cut through No red tape and no dead way, I’m just trying to prosper That’s lots of us out fighting for spots on the fucking roster This is real Prelude: Excuse me if I’m a little pessimistic It’s kind of emotional right now I was always told that If you’re born with talent and if you cover it with hard work There’s no way that you lose I’m not sure if that’s true necessarily, you know Maybe you’ll just end up as one of those, unsung heroes I’m just venting though, don’t mind me Soaking up game from three wise me Stories of glory in their youth, I wasn’t alive then Disappointment disguised in the form of content With the time spent, he wanted to give his family more than the rent And I think, of every of Joe that had ambition And hit the street as a solider for a seat on the commission How many got to be Don? Sunny couldn’t be Vito Don’t mean Pacino and I say, for every Michael there’s Tito This is me, ten niggas on the court to play the game Five made the play, that won, but only one got the fame Shit, all got hops and endurance, but don’t get to be on TV selling insurance I always thought this is my destiny, my fate, I could handle the pressure But it’s stress that’s on my plate, so I ain’t ate in a minute If I don’t make it, I’m finished I put my life in these bars So when I’m gone, tell my story while you stare at the stares Outro: And so I guess the question is Do I go down as the GOAT, or do I go down, like the Goat