TSA Lyrics

I was just another kid tryin' to rap

Tryna hit big, I got a stack off every ticket I scratched

All the ambition I had, but it was vision I lacked

I stopped drinking, thought different, jogged, this is my path

I embark slow then speed up like

Yards won't complete this drive

Darts thrown at me'll fly

Sparse but how can I put

Bars over beats when my

Cars overheating, life's

Hard, both a DUI

Charge, holding fees and

MyChart, no diseases

Lies start, hoes repeat it

Kyle, stop, don't delete this

Mic's hot, bro, it's peaking

But I remember saving my checks to buy equipment

Computer crashing, finding parts, so I could try to fix it

Too busy tryna fit in, feeling like my rhymes was scripted

Had to be honest with myself not how my life's depicted

They say, forget your bad memories and cherish the good

But making music kept me sane when no therapist could

I don't care when I should, in my room I'm concocting

Headphones so loud I can't even hear opportunity knocking

My mother, she smothered me, never had the chance to explore

But I was her only child, doctor said she can't have anymore

Can't replay this shit my way of living, passed and ignored

Past relationships negated this, my passion restored

But understand that this all happened before

The hustle left in me's muscle memory, crafted and scored

When customers complained they got harassed at the door

Muhammed used to let us hide inside the back of his store

And I'm forever grateful, doing what I'm 'posed to

Not the ones that's getting stapled

My feet arched and, fell off every step I take though

But I'ma keep marching like we forgetting April

Yeah, see the corner store made my skin tough

Coming from the kid who didn't win much

Still inside this trap like the lint's stuck

Brim's up, writing songs in my head, driving this lift truck

Feeling like everybody want they hands in it, mixed nuts

Look in the mirror like, look at the monster you've become

I still have doubts if the day I make it'll truly come

Never see the credit till it's over like the movie's done

But you can tell competition the plot just twisted and Rudy won

I do this for the chance to save, you do this for the accolades

Rhyming over samples played, not catchin' em, I'm crashing waves

Closure for my saddest days, not hoping that my patterns praised

Even if they look forward to this more than they Saturday's

The gigs I used to get shoulda came with some hazard pay

Couldn't paint half of this shit I still picture on this canvas laid

My dad told me to be successful the fastest way's to have a trade

But before I had the chance to say

My plan ain't the same as his, he'll laugh and make

Some old passive phrase like, good luck with that

But your raps won't pay even half the wages I make

Do that and life's great

Only can tell me cut the shit so many times until the knife breaks

Idols are scarce, it's such a joke that these rappers still

Fighting for shares, like my cousins over my grandma's will

White but see all the tyranny from all the past instilled

Put pride to sleep from the irony in this jagged pill

Thought I was the best out, bussin' the coldest

Then Cavell knocked me out, that was a humbling moment

Tainted my love and devotion, now it's rusted, corroded

I'm puffin this locust so much I had to double my dosage

My friends came at me with dozens of motives

I had to cut 'em off, start fresh, cause I'm done with the hoe shit

My old albums like demos, had to shuffle the whole list

All this dust I'ma blow it off, fuck these subtle approaches

Didn't see how I'm supposed to see it, I'm readjusting the focus

My eyes is on the finish line, not who's coming the closest