Packfm - I Can't Win lyrics

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Yeah...

I want y'all to listen

This what's on my mind (yeah, here we go)

Check it

Whoever said the grass was greener on the other side

Never tried to lift a piece of their lawn

The pressures of the world won't let up, I'm so hungry yet I'm fed up

I spent half my life tryna get on

I never knew the day would come, when I had about 5 records out

Still work a day job, livin at my mom's house

Still hoppin' turn style, can't catch a taxi

Tryin' to sell records every week in front of Phat Beats

This can't be the way it is for cats I seen on TV

If I said I was a rapper, I don't think you would believe me

It's easy to make it seem easy to make it

But it's much harder than the eye can see when it's naked

You think you can take it, then you needa think again

Cause you about to play your hand in a game you can't win, c'mon

I've gotta find a way (time's runnin out)

And there's no time to waste (I won't stop, and I won't quit)

But no one... (and no one's gonna get in my way)

Can even comprehend (they don't get it)

And they won't let me in (and I'm just tryna make noise, but I never get hurt)

My back's against the wall

But I keep movin...

I can't get a job if I wear my hip-hop clothes

Can't get a deal if I use my hip-hop flows

Nobody wants to pay me to do all these hip-hop shows

Bout time my album dropped, shit is 5 years old!

Now I've been told, "patience, this year you gonna make it"

Then December 31st comes I hear the same shit

But I'm so close I can taste it

I'm so next that me and success is adjacent

But time is wastin, I ain't been getting any younger

Can't wait to gain weight, my life is driven by this hunger

Shit, I hardly ever sleep yet I'm a slept-on emcee

You don't mention 9/11 then you ain't considered deep

But I am the epitome of what a real emcee should be

No matter how loud you critics speak, you won't get rid of me!

It shouldn't be this much of a struggle and hustle, but it is

Shouldn't be this much trouble just to get a couple spins

Records should be reaching millions, not just a couple friends

But the dollar signs and numbers win, welcome to the biz! Yeah

Yo, I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

So I sit and write more rhymes to take out my frustrations

A infinite loop, and the shit isn't cute

My lifestyle on the line, less than a minute to shoot

I try kickin' the truth to these inquisitive youths

But they won't listen to you unless you fit in a group

So when I get in the booth, it's like I'm tryna feed my fam

Then someone comes along and just spits in the soup

On top of that I got these wannabes, eatin right in front of me!

I look 'em in the eye like "that wasn't for you"

Now I do what I love, and I love what I do

It ain't my hobby, it's my passion, and by now it should be obvious

I'm sorry kid, I just HATE dealin with these politics

Got less in common with rappers than senators and lobbyists

And 99.9% of it is who you know

The other .01% is how you flow

Even if your love for this is infinite with room to grow

A demo and a dream ain't really gonna get you through the door

So by the hairs on my chin and every inch of my skin

I play again and again until the day that I win, shit

Yeah

That's it y'all (word up)

I know y'all probably be listenin like "Damn" (what the fuck?) "When's this

Shit get better? " (Man, I do not know)

That means y'all know exactly how I feel (word up)

So I did my job (that's how I feel every day)

And we gonna keep it like that

"My back's against the wall, but I keep movin... "

QN5! Peace