[Verse 1: Samson]
Yeah
I get in my head sometimes… wonderin’ if I’m good enough
I ain’t lookin’ for a compliment, that’s just how it is
I take a step and my foot gets stuck
It’s like everything I do is a masterpiece, I always one up myself every time I drop
So when I go to write the next one, I'm thinkin' bout the last one and how good it was and I get writer’s block
I’m my own worst critic
No one’s worse with it
I pick apart every word, shit is so irkin'
It’s so frustrating, every single verse I compose is so worthless, how am I supposed to finish it?
I could say fuck it like a lotta these cats
And give you quantity over quality and call it a wrap
And stand back and watch it fall down flat
Cause y’all are used to me givin' my all, not half
And if I did… I wouldn’t be this big
It’s the blood and the sweat that got me this gig
I get tons of respect but it doesn’t mean shit if it doesn’t connect, so I need to be sick when I’m comin'
Fuck bein' decent I’m different I’m someone
You don’t wanna start beef with or shit with or nothin'
Everything is down to a science from the words that I spit to the beat that I pick to the look in
My motherfuckin' eyes you can stare into 'em
You’ll see a man who doesn’t care who views him
I don’t give a damn if you share my music
As long as I think it’s dope, I don’t compare it to a
'nother rapper I’ll never beg for a Bill Board
I got skills that these little bastards’d kill for
But I still get stuck, shit starts buildin' up
Till I’m filled with doubt and I can’t seem to filter it out
I can’t figure it out…
[Verse 2: Samson]
People wonderin' why I go ghost
Right after I post somethin' so live and so dope
Like why bro? You lit a fire and let it go
Coulda made it grow but instead you let that that shit die slow
Like I don’t know? Dog you’re preachin’ to the choir
All this perfectionism is eatin’ my desire
Everything I do I nitpick to pieces, how the fuck I freeze up with my feet to the fire?
And on top of all that… they won’t get off my back
Sometimes I wish I never did any political tracks
I meant every single word I ever spit in those raps
But now it seems like it’s all anybody wishes or asks
That ain’t the type of shit I did to get where I’m at
If you went through my catalog and you flipped to the back
And did the math and listened to my original act
You’ll see a cat dedicated to the pen and the craft
But on the other hand there’s a different attack
People who WERE there at the beginning of the path
They hate it… they say that I just did it for cash
And it was all a big grift just to get me a bag
I can’t win… I’m feel like I’m rippin’ in half
I don’t know I should get mad or forget it and laugh
Yeah, I leave my CashApp in the description tab
But it’s YOUR decision to put a tip in my hat
I never asked... I never held my hand out…
I never tried to use you to grow my wealth
So the how the hell you gonna tell me I did it for money dog? I don’t even promote myself
If I put out a song with a message in it, then it’s genuine, it's just the way I feel
I feel like I shouldn’t ask you to pay me for that, I’m tryna make you think… not make a sale
[Verse 3: Samson]
And the worst part… is they put me in a box...
With all these other dudes that fuckin' suck
And if you think I’m talkin’ bout you, then I probably am… so fuckin' what?
Yeah sure, we share some of the same viewpoints and our core beliefs are probably similar too
But I take rap way too serious to act like I don’t cringe everytime I listen to you
Everybody… say what you want about me but you know damn well every song I killed
Even if you never agreed with what I said if you know rap then you know I brought the skill
It was always real I wanted y’all to feel what I felt at the time when I wrote those lyrics
I try my hardest and put my heart in it and cross my fingers and just hope you hear it
Everything they gave you was surface level
Me? I dug up dirt with a shovel
Dove in deep and we all explored
Every single release was like a college course
I dissected every topic that I spoke on
Did research every time that I wrote songs
I tried to be as thorough as I possibly could always double checkin’ to make sure I didn’t get any quotes wrong
And that’s why I don’t do it all the time… it comes from a true place of inspiration
I’m not gonna make shit up just to put shit out, if I don’t feel it, I’m not gonna say it
I hate this little sub-genre of rap and the cesspool that it’s grown into
I’d wrap a rope around my fuckin' neck ‘fore I let somebody rope me in with you
[Outro: Samson]
I just wanna rap now
