[Verse 1]
Yo, let me be real with you for a second/
I don't feel what I need to be doin right now is gettin/
A motherfuckin degree/
But you see/
They tell me go to school, but don't put enough emphasis on my dreams/
Should I take another grass hit/
Write a rhyme, scrap it/
Every time it happens I feel like I'm goin batshit/
Crazy/
Lazy/
Everybody persuade me/
To better my education, but maybe/
This ain't the right path ma/
But you're right, I should probably have something that I can fall back on/
In the event that my spirit instilled in the music doesn't get the recognition it needs and gets passed on/
So I sit my ass in class, faded/
Sometimes my task is to pass the class, waitin around like an idiot
procrastinating/
if I keep this up I know that I'll never make it/


[Verse 2]
Yeah, so I'm trying to balance/
School, work, and rap, and it's a much bigger challenge/
Than I had anticipated, and it's harder to manage/
I just try not to get jaded, or further the damage/
School's really got me down/
Everybody around me needs a coffee now/
And I'm just chasin dreams while working on plan b/
Too much stress from two sources and I'll probly drown/
And to top it off, I have no passion/
For this programming program cause to program massive/
Projects takes it outta me/
I feel no love for this strategy/
In any part of my anatomy/
Undoubtedly, I'm so much better at writing raps than code/
And I actually truly enjoy it/
Hoping to one day employ it/
Turning it from a hobby into employment/
So I can do what I love and then let you hear where the joy went/


[Verse 3]
Man, just gotta keep on grindin right?/
It's kinda like when a car and a wall collide with might/
And it seems even worse when I can't even find a pipe/
Strugglin pretty hard when all I'm doin is tryna write/
But I push on/
And the hook's wrong/
I found a piece only to find that the kush gone/
Bummer/
It's been a long ass summer/
The stress on my shoulders feels like the weight of a Hummer/
It's all the pressure to meet the deadlines/
While tryna open up every time dope rappers headline/
But maybe the pressure is something that I need for self-motivation/
Cause I can write murderous verses just to demo oration/
And I think I got just what it takes to be big/
Taking advantage of and rocking every gig/
Trying to make everybody I meet say that "we dig/
Your music, don't ever lose it, stay true to you kid"/