The Least Listened Song on the Album

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Real love don't have an image Not magic witness by havin' bitches or grabbin' riches If it's about your own self-validation You're bound to fail, and I assure you a bad relation But who the fuck am I to give relationship advice And why's a fifteen-year old sayin' how to make it in this life? I don't know, new year, new me? No, it fuckin' isn't Woke up, 2016, not a fuckin' difference I guess they went out to party, I was runnin' business Sometimes, I sit and wonder, "Where is all the fun in this shit?" A lack of reward, a lack of respect A lack of appreciation comin' back on my check My own company be fuckin' me over They be runnin' weak, they crumbling, up in the corner Till they come and see how one could governin' over my whole money tree And cutting the branches off as if it don't belong to me That shit is constantly hauntin' me But at least I can stop to leave in a month, thank God for me, I cannot believe A hundred-thousand-plus people follow me Even though we've had some bumps in growth, that's shit's amazin', true honesty Can come back to hurt me in the end If I mask that shit, I'd be seen firstly as a friend It's a pain in the ass, but fuck it, no pun intended 'Cause I'm so ready to travel, your luggage left unattended, yeah [Chorus] The least listened song on the album The least listened song on the album How come, when you try to talk some sense Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em? Even if they- hear it, man I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah And even if they hear it, man I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah [Verse 2] Late-night deep thoughts drowned out by my video game How am I? Well, I guess that I'm pretty okay Things are pickin' back up in terms of buildin' my name Not to jinx it, but I'm pickin' certain windows to fame Got a lot of support from random strangers that I have never met Better yet, the minute you change it, bet they all get upset Like you only exist as this one element Take a breath of fresh O2 when they can't get with it Kind of a humblebrag, I'll admit it, I did it, spitted I'll fix it, miss it, hit it, submit it, until it fit in I'll do it, keep on improvin' with music that I will fuse with I'm usin' a couple moves, and so, people know I'm pursuin', and When you dream about the hall-of-fame You think about how people used to call you names And you check and wonder if it would be all the same Step back into reality, it all remains [Chorus] The least listened song on the album The least listened song on the album How come, when you try to talk some sense Yeah, they never want to spend any time you're around 'em? And even if they- hear it, man I doubt that they'd be listenin', yeah And even if they hear it, man I doubt that they'd be listenin'