Dissatisfied Lyrics

Thought I was inching towards the finish line

All the sudden life it became a nightmare for this wish of mine

My money good my chick is fine

Dreams of having a rap career have mystified and gripped my mind

It's sort of like a claw machine

I keep on holding on but nothing ever seems to fall to me

I'd like to think that nothing's stopping me

But I keep on having problems so I have to wind up pausing things

Noodle scratching feeling obsolete

Way too paranoid I'm thinking main stream rappers copy me

Gave my girl my best apologies

Cuz I can't always be a muffin Sweet and topped with Poppy seeds

Way too focused on this hip-hop dream

Thinking I could change the world with what I say is a bit cocky

Forget your pecking order

They can't sleep on me like they had restless leg disorder

We done bagged hotties

We don't bag bodies

Y'all just Moving wack, sloppy

Don't let that stop me

I got a bad hobby

I'm a rap zombie

Not a morning guy

I be Waking up mad groggy

Put the syrup on the pancakes

I get the chicken

Greet my fam with funky handshakes

I keep forgetting

I'm not spreading round some mayonnaise

My stuff be hitting

Your last tape was all skips

I was upset I even listened

Time is something

That you can't get back

I move discreetly in the night

Riding solo with no pack

Writing poems mic it up with

With all the tracks

The one they always

Doubted and they shitted on is back

Here to say fuck you

I remember that time you tried to hoe me

And you acted like you didn't even know me

What was that shit all about ese

I thought you were my homie

And I was still in the midst

Of losing a broski to an OD

I've previously mentioned

Being well invested

When it comes to verbal flexing

Donned with my complexion

They simply wonder

How I conjured this perfection

Bombing since my adolescence

Never given no fucks or regretting

Working for weeks

On a new mix tape to drop

A young Chicano keep trying

Because the vibes are too strong

Hungry homies just won't give up

Stay trying to feed their family

Like they have never have before

Red lobster dashed to the door

I'm back since you asked for more

Walls all plain no cash for decor

Stay snacking for sure

Need my mind pressed on vinyl

Just for the satisfaction

Of copies harder than rhinos

Came up out of an eye sore

Hand me downs in a No Fly Zone

I wrote this song on an iPhone

Catch me if you can

Simple metaphysics

Could probably lend you a hand

Use to phrase together poetry

To get me through a jam

Made me glad I am the man

Tussled with suicidal thoughts

As an adolescent

Now I'm better than I've ever been

25 and I finally feel free

Teed enough to go after the green

Y'all hustle for gains

I bustle for peace

Don't trust the police

I muscle the beat

Straight out of your hand

Send you back to where you came from

Now stay out of my land

See I look inside myself

And I know that I am indigo

Upset with how I'm living tho

Feel so much more purpose

Than what society's selling

Starting over with the minimal

I'm in it for the ritual of stitching flows

Go ahead and call me the

Doc Ock I free flow non stop

They need those chop chop

I got pure style for ya syllabus

Warned you once before

We ain't going for that chatterbox

Flow homie you're killing us

We don't want beef

So keep your Philly sub

They call us the freezer box boys cuz

There's nobody chill as us

I came up off of ketchup

On the meatloaf

Silent generation and thrift shopping

For neat clothes

They taught us how to act civilized

Don't own a gun but

Wonderful puns I'm quick to reload