lirik lagu e.c. – writing rhymes to survive
writing rhymes to survive
(hook)
writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n-gga live
life’s a b-tch i wonder why, like why couldn’t my life be a wife?
but ain’t it funny how i’m living; if h-ll is under heaven what we live in?
i ain’t tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living
(verse 1)
disrespectful, neglectful
dreadful but same time special
that’s the teacher’s comments that left momma stressful
but never knew how many times my mind was left wrecked full
i’m in a pedestal fighting for positions
stuck on this notepad tryna make a living
i’m surrounded by n-ggas that truly feel like blood brothers
it got to the point where we call each other mothers our mothers
i got a rich mind, my pockets broke
i ain’t hiding anything, i ain’t in cloak
tryna find another way, other than dope
can’t wait till i tell mom,”ma we gonna float”
sometimes i feel like ties with my dad forever broke
but lately we’ve been having conversation no one chokes
no more arguing and fighting for the little reasons
actually relating joking how he switched girls every season, teasing
d-mn i f-cked up
ever since my momma caught me, tough luck
when i snuck out and got caught lying i hurt her feelings
and now i’m politicking always asking for forgiveness
sometimes i feel like, she just gave up on me
gave me everything i need, and said “don’t f-ck up for me”
and i look into my momma eyes while i tear up
and i asked her just to believe in me
(mommas voice) “i believe in you papi”
(interlude)
my intentions was not to hurt you
sometimes when i hug you i wish i can burst you
but i’ll lose my mom if i really do that
if it wasn’t for her i wouldn’t be here (true that)
i really appreciate the lord for a perfect mom
i just wish i was the perfect child to make her smile
instead of dropping tears in her pile
proud to say that i, i’m a mommas child
(verse 2)
creations from a mind that never had seemed vacant
mama caught up in drama i’m waiting for all my payments
ventilation from the heart tired of holding the constipation
flowing like water was never close with the punctuation
got good grades in school dawg i feel amazing
patience is the key to achieve all the greatness
(yeah, that’s what they all say) but i say that’s that bullsh-t
cause if you wait a long time and nothing comes time is wasted
so i chase it while i never move backwards
i’m in the p-ssenger guiding myself to p-ss masters
and to the people supporting, you supporting a b-st-rd
was expected to drop a mixtape instead i helped create caspers
marcos told me that the last sh-t i dropped, was back in august
i went on sound cloud it was 22nd of august
my views was going up like temperature in the august
and ever since august seems like people forgot who the boss is
so i’m counting losses in my black hoodie
the same black hoodie that i duck in when 12 looking
most people don’t know about my life and that’s for certain
even all my closest friends don’t know and i keep them searching
for my dark past, the darkest past
blackest tools, escaping whites, red and blue flash
i’m writing poems slowly just tryna explain the past
so while i try reach you please make your speakers blast
earv
(hook)
writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n-gga live
life’s a b-tch i wonder why, like why couldn’t my life be a wife?
but ain’t it funny how i’m living; if h-ll is under heaven what we live in?
i ain’t tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living
(verse 3)
i’m still rollin through the village feeling like a villain
i never had a thought on rappers till y’all said he k!lling
i feel like peeling some wigs back when you say i’m tripping
and when you ask if i still rap it hurt my feeling
i hate the normal practices where we boost adrenaline
a gentleman with bigger plans tryna bless the sinning men
get benefits from the pen and pad feeling old school
still rapping on mixcraft don’t f-ck with protools
cause a poor -ss n-gga like me can’t afford that sh-t
and a dumb -ss n-gga like me can’t work that sh-t
i’m laughing cause y’all lyrics p-ssive what you put your craft in?
i just write some scenes from my movie i feel like y’all actin
me and my team packing on achieving the dreams
y’all achieve on breeding sheeps that you have on your clouds regimes
uh we addicted like nicotine to the win feeling
we fiends to cash making, we c.r.e.a.m children
(hook)
writing rhymes to survive, too short to be a sport n-gga live
life’s a b-tch i wonder why, like why couldn’t my life be a wife?
but ain’t it funny how i’m living; if h-ll is under heaven what we live in?
i ain’t tryna be stuck up in the pivot let me dribble with the pen and make a living
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