Virtuoso Lyrics

Still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro

California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low

Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo

I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso

Keep the family close though

They my only friends now, y’know how we get down

Do this independent and ignoring all the critics

They ain’t heard my fuckin’ music but they tellin’ me to quit it

Don’t you think that’s interesting? I do this all from home

They open for the three cause I’m always in my zone

Fighting for acceptance from a fuckin’ Filipino

Homie, if my skin could talk then you could hear it in my tone

I just wanna pay my bills and stay away from drugs

When I overdosed on coke, man I don’t know who that was

Met a foreign little freak at an industry event

She was crazy in the bed, but more-so crazy in the head

So yeah, I had to let that go, this game is dangerous

These hoes distracting me, I ain’t even famous yet

Rappers all around me, I’m never intimidated

Rappers all around me, all their shit is imitated

I love openin’ my mind up, love the shit I don’t know

When all of my time’s up, will God tell me go home?

Greenpeace do not like me, I’m fuckin’ up the ozone

Cause I come with fire and I never will retire

But, I’m still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro

California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low

Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo

I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso

Motorcycle, GoPro

See the road I’m takin’, I can’t lie I’m facin’

So so much anxiety, I blame it on society

Tell me that they like my music, I will tell you finally

Finally I made the choice to get my shit together

Finally I’ve realized that I won’t live forever

Finally they weight is gettin’ lighter on my shoulders

Now I’m lookin’ at myself, like finally I’m startin’ over

I just wanna live my best life, don’t wanna regret mine

Only time I’ll ever quit is red meat during Lent time

Fragile like I’m Tech N9ne, will I make the headlines?

Should’ve died when they put that machete to my neckline

Sixteen ain’t enough, I need more like a hundred-mil

But, fuck makin’ a song about a dream that’s unfulfilled

Editing these videos, I gained another skill

Give my family my fortune when I die, I got the will

Moved around so much that we lost all our VHS tapes

Now there’s nothing that could help me relive all my best days

You stuck on social media, you tryin’ to find the next wave

You lyin’ to me if you sayin’ that you saw my text late

Ironic no one wants to work, but wants to influence

If you wanna stop me, muthafucka do your best

You could see my eye-bags, I don’t get alotta rest

Everything is twice as wild when you comin’ from the west, from the west

Gotta flex, gotta flex, gotta show that I ain’t stressed

Let’s forget I’m in debt, leavin’ hoes nothin’ but net

Man that’s wet, you no threat

When I rap, you upset

I don’t bang, but don’t test

Got some Kuyas with the tech

This is life now, homie yeah I signed up

Everything’s a mind-fuck, tryna make my time come

Rappers all around me, I’m never intimidated

Rappers all around me, all their shit is imitated

I love openin’ my mind up, love the shit I don’t know

When all of my time’s up, will God tell me go home?

Greenpeace do not like me, I’m fuckin’ up the ozone

Cause I come with fire and I never will retire

But, I’m still up in a Chrysler, rollin’ with my bro bro

California dreamin’ keepin’ shit up on the low-low

Serious about this, got a tattoo of my logo

I’m about to blow up, take a photo with me before I become a Virtuoso