[Hook: Devvon Terrell]
This is my inner struggle
Fighting through the game with every hit they cue the thunder
Feet don't fail me now
Every step I take, I hear don't give up now
Would you believe what I've been through
Sometimes I wonder what I get into
And so we always say, fuck a plan B
Everyday we gon' go for plan A
[Verse 1: Futuristic]
The mind plays tricks on a young artist
Like why they going the furthest but I'm working the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write songs to find my way through the darkness
I promise you don't want to start shit
Looking like I barely started but these rhymes ready for harvest
Office job wasn't meant for me
I'm meant to be on stage and the kids will scream
Rip the beat
Lyrics don't let me get to sleep
I partner and forget what I did achieve
History repeats itself
And I'll repeat myself
Until the day they fucking get it
I committed to spittin' everything I've ever written
It's worth a listen and sittin'
And that's the reason I'm trippin'
Not to mention I ain't never had a plan B
Family I got to support, don't want them in the damn streets
They're supportive cause they knowin' what I can be
A lot of goals but it's feeling like I can't reach
Can't speak on a lot of things
I'm hoping that they all work out
Until then I'm just chillin' with a pen
Droppin' songs every week and look how it all turns out
I was feeling burnt out
Now I'm feeling like it's go time
Give me the mic, boy, it's showtime
I did it on my own, no cosign
Cause other niggas, they got no rhymes
They wanna battle, then it's war crimes
I'll never be trapped in a box
Nigga watch when it drops
I'm-a get it on my own time
This is my inner struggle
Fighting through the game with every hit they cue the thunder
Feet don't fail me now
Every step I take, I hear don't give up now
Would you believe what I've been through
Sometimes I wonder what I get into
And so we always say, fuck a plan B
Everyday we gon' go for plan A
[Verse 1: Futuristic]
The mind plays tricks on a young artist
Like why they going the furthest but I'm working the hardest
Bombarded with comments by fans
Like "you the man but how come you still live in an apartment?"
Dirty carpet
Regardless the mic's on
Write songs to find my way through the darkness
I promise you don't want to start shit
Looking like I barely started but these rhymes ready for harvest
Office job wasn't meant for me
I'm meant to be on stage and the kids will scream
Rip the beat
Lyrics don't let me get to sleep
I partner and forget what I did achieve
History repeats itself
And I'll repeat myself
Until the day they fucking get it
I committed to spittin' everything I've ever written
It's worth a listen and sittin'
And that's the reason I'm trippin'
Not to mention I ain't never had a plan B
Family I got to support, don't want them in the damn streets
They're supportive cause they knowin' what I can be
A lot of goals but it's feeling like I can't reach
Can't speak on a lot of things
I'm hoping that they all work out
Until then I'm just chillin' with a pen
Droppin' songs every week and look how it all turns out
I was feeling burnt out
Now I'm feeling like it's go time
Give me the mic, boy, it's showtime
I did it on my own, no cosign
Cause other niggas, they got no rhymes
They wanna battle, then it's war crimes
I'll never be trapped in a box
Nigga watch when it drops
I'm-a get it on my own time
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