Paths lyrics

[whomi]
Years go by Ida changed a lot
But this image in my mind is the same as how it was
When I was a kid tryna make Hip-Hop
Everybody not convinced I could make it nah
f*ck college you probably shouldn't save a spot for me what if you don't make it what's your plan about to be?
Honestly I never really gave it thought
Or had a doubt in my mind till the people surroundin' me
Always had to comment and seem distraught, writing lines on the paper when the days it got to me had a note pad full of things I'd jot, anything inside my mind tryna' make it rhyme, I remember that my father he hated how I be, takin' all the papers and throwin' 'em out and be loud sayin' "wow you think that's art"
Barely knowin' sh*t about anything that I could be
I don't even wanna work b*tch f*ck that sh*t
I'ma write another verse than go scrap it
Till I'm sayin all the words that I want back to back
It makes sense cause you pussies can't match it
The fact is half these rappers lame spit the same sh*t and they gettin plays, listens everyday what difference does it make
If I'm tryna change sh*t and all the listeners are sayin 'no thanks, hate it'
The f*ck I need to do?
Shut the f*ck up cause I'm gonna speak the truth
So sick of the repetition f*ck flexin' pics and the expensive whips
And rough sex with woman I'm not convinced that that's how you livin' maybe I don't get it maybe I'm just different I'm pessimistic no friends to vent to just pens and writtens no rent to give you I'm broke as f*ck I don't trust a soul I don't smoke no blunts cause I don't trust the smoke I don't go in public I'm just up at home my minds so corrupted yeah so are you so don't f*cking judge me cause it's over nothing but because you suck I sound so disruptive
Yea you jealous of all the attention I could potentially harness if I'm gettin farther
Oh god oh god can you please answer my family believe we should talk
Everytime I call the machine answer I'm startin' to think that your phone is off my competition is not depicted how I had pictured y'all got no gift y'all not the sh*t you just a pile of it so shut the f*ck up cause it's time to listen up
I just wanna know if I'm ever ganna make it up out this hell
And things are getting colder on my own but I don't f*ck with nobody else
What I gotta say for you to listen f*ck the gimmick that you tryna sell
I really mean it when I'm sayin' that I'm different from the sh*t that people try to tell me is fire well G someone try and help me understand it f*ck it you don't gotta bother helping
I'm keeping to my own self G
I'm making Paths you couldn't follow down these, ay