Missing Piece ft. JPOnTheBeat Lyrics

I think I lost myself I had to go and find my missing piece

Missing my old friends but I don't think they really missing me

Cause I've been round the corner this whole time they ain't say shit to me

But all I do is handle my lil business it ain't shit to me

I don't sweat it, niggas weird I don't get it

All I do is wake up in the morning and I go get it

I done lost some family and some friends over this year

Gone but not forgotten bruh I swear it's like yall still here

Remember days I couldn't see the light but yet I'm still here

Made it out the clouds, forecast looking real clear

Only thing I'm scared of is myself ain't nun I will fear

My dawg in Tennessee but it really feel like he still near

Hit my homie on the phone we reminisce bout old shit

How I'm bouta be 21 but still feel like a whole kid

Sike nigga I'm a grown man got real shit got real bills

All this coming straight from my chest this that real spill

Straight facts

Used to rock the clean slate, now I got like eight tats

Slaving at my job a nigga cutting up them casepacks

Hit my barber every 3 weeks to get my fade back

I used to bang my head against the door it helped me face facts

Feeling like the king of the jungle I'm the Apex

When you really standing on business you feel the effects

You niggas talk a lot, and that's why I be on say less

Y'all don't do no hard work and that's why yall get paid less

I had to learn to take initiative, I'm tryna get a 9-5 with them benefits

I had to capitalize off of my penmanship

Like how I capital my I's when I write this shit

Ha, they ain't gon' catch that, hot potato

All they want is spinning blocks, like a dreidel

That ain't me but I could if I wanted to

That nigga lost a good girl cause he wanted two

Student life, but most of em ain't heard of me

Constantly surrounded by sororities fraternities

If she ever run away she gon' return to me

Call her bond price how she yield to maturity

Yall niggas energy polluted

If I ain't the hardest rapper I'm the hardest student

Pause, major in business, minor in music

Yall boys ain't got no drive why yall ain't moving

My girl said I play too much ain't that amusing

Spitting image of my dad, that's word to Fusion

My grandpa got a doctorate in English

Where you think I got these bars from, I breathe it

I wrote that first verse nine months ago

Me and Malik's first song called that "Gotta Go"

I'm well known but I'm really not known well

They done heard of young Steezy they don't know El

They don't know bout Lafayette and what I'm really on

They don't know the situation that I'm coming from

I promise, I'm really hungrier than all of yall

Yall niggas moving foul when it's all ball

Chasing goals dawg I really can't afford to fail

My middle school classmates out here going to jail

I'm thanking God every day I'm on a different path

Counting paper out the way I'm getting good at math

All work and no play makes Johnny dull

But at the end of the day, Johnny pockets full

They ain't hearing me, and I don't think they ever will

The truth hurts but I always gotta keep it real

My social media following does nothing for me

I really hope I'm not on the gram when I'm forty

No pictures, no posts, no stories

I can't wait to see what I got waiting for me