Paths - Whxami

Years go by Ida changed a lot

But this image in my mind is the same as how it was

When I was a kid tryna make Hip-Hop

Everybody not convinced I could make it nah

Fuck college you probably shouldn’t save a spot for me what if you don’t make

it what’s your plan about to be?

Honestly I never really gave it thought

Or had a doubt in my mind till the people surroundin' me

Always had to comment and seem distraught, writing lines on the paper when the

days it got to me had a note pad full of things I’d jot, anything inside my

mind tryna' make it rhyme, I remember that my father he hated how I be,

takin' all the papers and throwin' 'em out and be loud sayin' «wow you think that’s art»

Barely knowin' shit about anything that I could be

I don’t even wanna work bitch fuck that shit

I’ma write another verse than go scrap it

Till I’m sayin all the words that I want back to back

It makes sense cause you pussies can’t match it

The fact is half these rappers lame spit the same shit and they gettin plays,

listens everyday what difference does it make

If I’m tryna change shit and all the listeners are sayin 'no thanks, hate it'

The FUCK I need to do?

Shut the fuck up cause I’m gonna speak the truth

So sick of the repetition fuck flexin' pics and the expensive whips

And rough sex with woman I’m not convinced that that’s how you livin' maybe I

don’t get it maybe I’m just different I’m pessimistic no friends to vent to

just pens and writtens no rent to give you I’m broke as fuck I don’t trust a

soul I don’t smoke no blunts cause I don’t trust the smoke I don’t go in public

I’m just up at home my minds so corrupted yeah so are you so don’t fucking

judge me cause it’s over nothing but because you suck I sound so disruptive

Yea you jealous of all the attention I could potentially harness if I’m gettin

farther

Oh god oh god can you please answer my family believe we should talk

Everytime I call the machine answer I’m startin' to think that your phone is

off my competition is not depicted how I had pictured y’all got no gift y’all

not the shit you just a pile of it so shut the fuck up cause it’s time to

listen up

I just wanna know if I’m ever ganna make it up out this hell

And things are getting colder on my own but I don’t fuck with nobody else

What I gotta say for you to listen fuck the gimmick that you tryna sell

I really mean it when I’m sayin' that I’m different from the shit that people

try to tell me is fire well G someone try and help me understand it fuck it you

don’t gotta bother helping

I’m keeping to my own self G

I’m making Paths you couldn’t follow down these, ay