Self Made Freestyle (feat. Keybeaux)

Yea I turned a passion into a career People would rather complain about me And not looking at the one in the mirror when you the rise And when you elevate So many haters appear But I ain't got nothing to fear Foot on the gas I'm switching the gear Fully focused And I'm making it clear That ain't hitting the breaks I Don't need any feedback You can keep that I ain't play it safe Wanna advance You gotta stay out the grass Don't ever play with the snakes People that smile in your face And celebrate When you make a mistake Now I can see it a mile away I really dont have the time of day They hoping to bring me down It might not be easy but they'll try to find a way Its aint the fame Im tryin to chase But im pursuing it all Waking up early plan on the vision I treat this like doing a job You getting mad your life But you say that you are the boss Pointing the finger at everybody But u cant admit you are the prob When you got a dream they gon laugh Had to go make my own path Steady building up my confidence My happiness make em so mad Ey They been attemptin' reachin the heights I did Man I wish them well They got my name in their mouths but I don't know theirs It don't ring no bells I can't be around no man with their backs to their dreams Cos we just don't gel They stuck in their spot don't know why they lookin' at me Gotta look after yourself I'm a businessman gotta keep it cordial Awful things that I heard from them No I can't daudle life ain't normal No time for half hearted friends Fuck that we ain't making amends Yeah the hating thing been a trend These men are sheep These men are cattle Keepin' it G Can't get me rattled Still on job not smellin' the flowers Man's not stopped that's 24 hours You got one shot now don't be a coward I get that job then I hit my accountant They try knock me down on my last legs They can never ever let my heart rest Me making it out the darkness No handouts for the kid My run been dangerous I got hits on the way wanna stay for this All that this half baked what a blatant miss Man I'm so way past these hatin' kids Let me squeeze man like it's nursery They some funny guys Ron Burgendy Fit bullet proof no hurtin' me Man this beef shit is so tertiary Cos it's money first and then it's music second Why these brother's gossiping their adolescents When it's pen to paper that's my fuckin' weapon If you stop the hatin' you might learn a lesson Like damn BiPolaRex been the man Riding my wave whilst you took the sand Every L was part of the plan I had to learn to make it where I am Some things never change Like the people tryna talk my name Like the fact that I'm a heavyweight Matter of fact I'm tryna run the game And that talkin' shit is just fuel My old friends think we're still cool I just observe then play the fool Calculate then make the move (move) Move (move) OK Calculate then make the move I'm gettin back into the groove I doubt I'll see you brothers soon I just observe then play the fool Calculate then make my move