End of the Line Lyrics

Tell me what's a Grammy to a starving artist?

What's a dollar to a millionaire?

I don't wanna have a conversation if you never thinking like a billionaire

24 hours inside the studio homies are wondering if I be still in there

Seems like it's free to judge but never free to care

Fuck it all feel free to stare

Race to the top and I'll beat ya there

Drop a new song and it's me that shares

I see how it be when I get to the top it's just me in here

Smell the flowers how I breathe the air

Don't need a lens if I see it clear

Notice a boss when I see a mirror

You take a loss if you interfere

Bullshit I want none of it

Middle finger to a rapper who thinking I'm doing this shit for the fuck of it

Bitch I'm not doing collabs if your budget is saying

You just be too broke to be throwing your buck in it

Hit up another and go try your luck with it

I'm on some other shit, think that you better be lucky we even discussing your budget

Usually my shit a solid price

Pick a number from the pot of dice

Spit a hundred cause I got advice

My features are soon to be outta ya shoppin' price

Yesterday's price is not todays price, no I don't drop the price

When I be rappin' don't stop the mic

Shows done when I drop the mic

But I'm not done I stay occupied

Every category qualified

Heard a flow and then I thought of mine

Mothafucka's use a lot of time

Just sitting complaining, no image created

No picture been painted

You rappers are tainted

It's happy belated to me and my come up