Lyrics

I promised myself that one day imma make it Elusive statement,but it's a dream, you can't take it I can't fake it, i've always wanted to be an artist Tony starks never taught me how to have an iron fist Couldn't take control of my life in spite With this music shit you could never make a right You only make wrongs, then go left field Move forward and never look back for real I'm in a bigger city, ready to spin another wheel But fuck it.fortune resides in my heart, not another mill Is that a lie i say still Or my license to not get killed I don't wanna end up like nipsey, racing for a better community Beaten at the victory lap, murdered from jealousy and lack of immunity I guess money power and respect could get you scar faced Id rather have respect from my peers Anything else is just waste [Hook] One day imma make it Meant to be or maybe not I'm just gonna strike Cuz the iron's still hot One day imma make it I'm gonna live a happy life Life in paradise Blessing in disguise I promised my homies that one day imma make it Elusive statement, but it's a dream, they can't take it They tryna break me like you a wannabe rapper A ludicrous actor, with a fabricated persona But i know in my soul that i'm the flow owna And the rappers u listen to are sojourners I could easily write em off in my journal In a verbal intercourse i fuck y'all up Cuz i'm seen as joke, y'all cracked up Like why you don't rap in yo language and stick to the roots That really got you in cahoots So obtuse I want the whole world to know my story and journey So you won't make the mistakes before me Ignoring advice i was craving the most Love yo momma Cuz any other love becomes love lost Gotta protect the fam at all costs That's the price you never pay When unconditional love comes into play From yo girl, i let the truth unfurl One of the only true supporters i have in the world When i was kicked in the curb She was always there, self-aware When times were the worst ay I promised my momma that one day imma make it Elusive statement, but it's a dream, she don't get it She also had a talent beforehand A folk singer, singing for core folks That's all she accomplished, the dream croaked Just a hobby, she calms me with her guitar Strings pulled by life, other shit to prioritize Hope was getting unplugged, i could see from afar She was too poor for sure she had to work a nine to five Since 95, it was all work or die I guess i'm heading with clumsy steps in the same route Or maybe do a reboot, take a risk be in a pursuit Of happiness do what i like take a hit Saving up my money for studio sessions Depression, the only place where i turn dark thoughts into art Spendin' my momma's money on making new songs Hopin that it doesn't break her apart Promised my momma imma finish college Thinkin she will really acknowledge That i wanna fucking dropout like kanye on college dropout This is my latest regret i have registered If i don't get to graduation, imma hear her whisper Music is just a twisted fantasy, it will hurt me deeper Make me weaker when the refrigerator empty Turn into a starving artist if the shit ain't meant to be