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Making that needle in a haystack rap / means I need a little piece of my day job back can't compete with the people in the streets making maybach rap spent a thousand on my album never made that back Now I'm seven records deep and they treat me like a war vet you know, ignored after a tour bet 99% of my fans haven't been born yet pull the plug on my first true love? But I'm not ready to mourn yet I don't believe in ghosts I'm only haunted by my past due to lack of focus with my back up against the ropes I'm like Tyson Iron Mike when I'm rapping, Neil deGrasse when I'm writing Said I would blow last year dreams of making cash but settled for cashier Service with a smile so the customer can't tell that I'm hiding the last attempt at a failed rap career Recitivism rate back to retail is greater than jail and both try to escape to no avail Whether sitting in a cell or stocking another shelf fuck money, I'm trying to make something out of myself No hourly wage will help me fill the page when I'm writing thats the time I'm fully engaged Then clock in and watch my thoughts dim as I switch from writing lyrics to something that actually pays Workaholic probably a workaholic Imma keep on working no matter whats in my wallet I'm a fighter, a lover, I'm a survivor a struggling 9 to 5er just praying not to get fired I'm a... If I didn't have a passion for music endoctrenated as a youth I would've pursued math and finished school but the magic was too captivating it pulled me back every time I was on the verge of escaping this world of rap I picked a lottery ticket over a solid investment cus when ever I held a pen it felt like I was in heaven Been rhyming since I was 11 and never cared if I was the best at it I'm just glad I'm better than back then Back when halloween fell on a weekend I heard that beat and I started leaking my ink pen all on the page, splattered what I was thinking finished the verse (be)fore it even started to seep in My home work got pushed to the side for my own work when I write what I'm feeling inside No plan b, until I had a family and realized I couldn't feed (th)em off rap beef I guess it wasn't in the cards I had queens it didn't really seem like good odds Not a gambling man, I know the stats, averages and for 99% it ain't gonna happen my fam Keep flipping that meat patty and be happy keep pushing that mop bucket and stop fussing Keep telling yourself this retail isn't hell this boot strap don't pull up itself, does it? Workaholic probably a workaholic Imma keep on working no matter whats in my wallet I'm a fighter, a lover, I'm a survivor a struggling 9 to 5er just praying not to get fired I'm a...