Quest - Struggle Rapper

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Wassup wassup, er'body!

As you all know, Jermaine Dupri so so debt

Posted Survival of The Freshest Rap Battle

Tour to end last year

Now we wanna thank everybody for comin' out

Er'body for showin' they support

Here's the deal

I watched videos from all the contestants

And I've chosen one who I think is the best

It's the homeboy QuESt from Miami

So QuESt, you on yo way to Atlanta

Southside studios and get a track by me for your

Demo deal!


And all I hear is

'QuESt you got the talent, so tell me why you ain’t blow, nigga?'

Don’t even know nigga, matta fact, I know

I just hate to admit that I made mistakes in my past

I wish I had the chance to erase

Industry be treated like a relay and every night I replay

Situations where it could have been on, nigga

Masonry is still fucking with my dome, nigga

What’s even worse is that my 11 Gs they gave me

To compensate for the loss, I blew in less than seven months, nigga

Imagine coming back to what happened with JD

After bragging to everyone, like niggas bout to pay me

Nineteen, thinking like this is the shit I work for

I cried myself to sleep for three days straight, no homo

Fuck it! Back to these rhymes, no wasting time on the could have been

Or shoulda been, just spit my struggles till I’m maxed out

I black out, five tapes dropped in less than a year or 2

A buzz I felt would place me amongst the hottest

But nah, nigga! Sit ya black ass down!

You in the same situation with your black ass now

One of your projects could have got you the shine that you revered

But you dropped it, and like an idiot just fucking disappeared

I was young and stupid, plus no type of assist or direction

A proper representation, no plan to keep me a method

Shit it, I’m hard headed

Would think that I would learn, but did it again twice

Like it was nothing of my concern

Struggle rapper, what are ya after!?

Ever since 7even I looked to heaven, don’t let it happen!

My barber gave me free cuts, told me if you ain’t rappin', forget it

I’m fuckin' taxing, no asking

That’s why my passion has never been lacking

I’m looking for some answers!

When niggas that you started with seem to master the art of it

And climb beyond the stances

Reminiscing when Kendrick was prepping on dropping OD

When Cole released the warm up, but on my mama I had cold feet

Fast forward a couple years later, you see the time pass

Like what progression have I made, excuses made

At some point my jealousy ragin'

When I should be lookin' inside

But I don’t want to face it, save it!

Plus I’m dealing with life shit

Like how the fuck I’m finna pay my life shit

Support a 9 to 5 or full time just rhyme shit

Choking on this music while it has me in a Heimlich

The same that saved me can destroy me, what a science

You don’t get me up, but twenty two and in my momma’s house

Barely graduated, fuck is college when the drama’s out

Fired from my recent job and filed for unemployment

Pay a bill to silence scrutiny and bring about enjoyment

This music is only real if you can somehow pay the bills

And I ain’t eatin' wortha' shit, but in time I know I will

You can tell that to the woman who brought your life in this world

Supporting you while you chasing dream and sex with your girl

In your little brother’s room while he’s sleepin' out on the couch

I feel embarrassed to even let it come from out of my mouth, damn! (shit's real)

And that’s just only half of the story

I’ll take you back to '07, shit is true

When I was kicked out, spent my last 20$ on a cool

In the course of 5 years, I returned to where I left from

Acquired the desire, and lost it faster than redrum

Don’t even fret a piss when I hear these rapper you dis'

Like they got it!

And I’m the one that was slept upon and just missed

I dismiss that

Peace to the niggas getting their kit kat

No love and showing hate, that’s how a bitch act

I swear I’ll never get that

But won’t even lie I wish that it was me

Half of these niggas take for granted what they see

That’s why when niggas get multiple chances to do it right

And fail to follow up, it makes me sick to my knees

Struggle rapper, what are you after

This could be beautiful, or turn into a great disaster

Truly my calling, I just hope I didn’t miss it

If I did, god tell me or just leave a lil message

I’m stressin' on a certain when certainty lies at fate

And my faith must lie on yo labor

Forgive me now for sinning, but ache assist the behavior

Sometimes I get the holy ghost like Jesus is my savior

Turn around and doubt the path you lay for me to walk your favor

A human with a dream of rhyming

Music is changing so much I barely notice the climate

Maybe my image needs improvement

Maybe I’m doing too much on my own

And need to drop some of this weight on my team for me to get known

I’m my own label, my own publicist, my own composer

My own engineer, a lone soldier

I got to keep me motivated

Everybody I know has made it

Struggling the most in a circle full of personal favors

You know I spit it from the heart nigga

It’s been like it’s from the start nigga

The only thing that I was taught nigga

Honesty the policy and choice, so know your part nigga

For real, you joke about it but I wake up having nightmares

Lack of recognition, thirty plus, recitin' white tears

I’m torn, meanin' my thoughts’ll never give me my shot of where I want to be

Looking at my peers and feeling low within economy

Pissed off, gazing in the mirror, hardly sleeping

Missed opportunities haunting me

Fighting from resentment, my wife is strugglin' to call me

Breaking the T.V. when the Grammy's show and I’m not part of it

That’s why I got to hustle

The nightmares feel as real as the dreams, stand clean with a lot of muscle

Even the thought of becoming worthless is motivation

So fuck you to whoever thought in they soul hating

Struggle rapper, just don’t become a struggle rapper

Whatever you after, don’t waste your time and become a laughter

The fans turn into a blind motivation

But I still understand, it takes time, no patience

Though, this is everything I saw

Nothing else besides me and these motherfucking flows

I need this one chance, and I promise I will show

Everyone who seem to tell me what I already know


What are you after?

What will you sacrifice?

No matter what you choose

Don't let em see you die

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