AGAINST THE CLØCK 4ria

[Verse 1]
Been about it, they bent the truth
I've been bounded by dense abuse
I'm surrounded by friends
But few of them know of my debts
I choose to hold my hopes up
I like the suspense
Never fold up
My intent was to glow up at your expense

Still tipping, I'm gripping the rhythm
Re-living the wickedness
Still having hard times
Need all the focus on this shit
I cannot afford to do all of this part time
Bitch, I am finding the times do get rough
But I try to construct a divine use of drugs
In my mind, run amok on the grind
I could ride through the rush in the cut
The fuck?

Yeah, you got hustle, but your music sucks
Yeah, I might struggle, but I won't give up
Need a bitch with a nice bubble butt
Subtle, but evident
So I could cuddle up and that's a preference
Preface this trouble by bursting your bubble
On purpose
I'll humble you serpents who scuffle
Certainly coupled these words
With a couplet to earn what I covet
Busted, never mind, fuck it
I'm disgusted, every line crushes
Like the grudges
I've been flushing all these drugs quick
Can't function with your dumb shit
Been bunched in with these fuckheads
I'm always sad, I've become stressed
So tragic, I must sketch and rap till I'm struck dead