Late Night Gatherings - Somethin' Light

I just found this beat I made
And I don't know what to do with it
Know I got a lot to say
But don't know how to go through with it
I got stress up to my face
And don't know how I'm improvin' it
Evil voices in my brain
I don't know how I'll keep soothin' 'em
Ugh
I been in the stu
Locked in
I got a lot of options
For tracks I wanna drop
But I really don't wanna drop shit
Been fightin' back and forth
On whether or not it's worth it
But at the same time
I feel like I don't deserve shit
Can I really top it?
The tracks I used to drop?
Gather round motha fuckas
I already reached the top
My pentacle lookin' minuscule
My work ethic is pitiful
I used to talk a lot of shit
But is there somethin'
I'm finna do?
Nah
For a while
Used to think there wasn't
'Til I took a break
And put shit
Back in the oven
I used to knock me worse than anyone
And I'm still strugglin'
But I'm my biggest fan and hater
And I'm still overcomin'
I got tracks in the back
I'mma pump 'em out of that oven
I used to hate on my raps
But I turned that hate into lovin'
I'll put me back on the map
Cause, boy I'm still reachin' for somethin'
I got a knack for the raps
Best believe imma gun it
Ugh

Now I ain't fuckin' wit bitches
That burden me
Why the rap game lookin' more
Like a nursery
They want a spitter, they always
Refer to me
All of my charts always goin' up
Vertically
Ugh
Name a rapper, they a son to me
Ugh
All you can try, but you cannot keep
Up
In it for years, but it's never
Enough
Back in the game
Now all y'all are fucked
That was a good one

Written by:
Late Gatherings

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