Determination

I go to work and I got people that be faking shit, no cap

They don't give me all my credit, they wonder why they look back

Jimmy's talking shit and I can't hear him from way in the back

This girl just shakes her head at me, and whenever she looks back

I've been on my own for my whole fucking life and that's a fact

I was reaching out for help, but all my energy's spent

Tell me why it is that you love to fucking hate it

Is it passion for the music or the lesson in some patience

Or the pleasure that I get from making abstract basic

Maybe it's a fact that I practiced determination