Chase Martin - Stuck in a Rut

I was just stuck in a rut a couple years back
Every day asking myself if I should still rap
My bills due, on top of that, my tire's still flat
No way to get to work, I gotta fill up my gas
Was down bad, ain't release for like a year and a half
And looking back, the whole time, that was the fear that I had
'Cause it had been so long, my catalogue was like a ghost town
But now I'm dropping album after album, I can't slow down
My pockets gettin' fat as the fuck, it's like they hold down
My legs to the ground, can't get up, too much gravity
Steady reminiscing on the folks that had doubted me
Even if haphazardly, doesn't really matter, see
My flow came from nothing, well, virtually
Was birthed by the folks who constantly encouraged me
They start calling me the goat, well, they ain't occur to me
But now that you mention, let me go ahead and grab your attention
It's been a minute, I guess you didn't see me here waving my hand
In front of your face for the past ten years, asking y'all to start sharing my shit
I get it, back then, I was young and my shit wasn't lit
Guess I just wasn't it
Now all the sudden, they see the kid shining, big winning
Feel like I just hit the latto, they got mixed feelings
Chicks tell me 'Bravo' and give me french kisses
Behind the wheel, I gotta drive slow, 'cause this bitch's face in my lap
We're on the interstate, I'm flying down the road with no map
No GPS, I don't even know where the fuck am I at
Just keep driving, my eyes on the road until they roll back
I forgot this bitch down there was still sucking, hoe, we're 'bout to crash
Fuck it, a fresh restart with a new life would be nice
Reincarnate me as Jesus Christ
With an army that's twice the size of my crucifiers'
This time, it'll be them that's going through the fire
I'm rocking new attire, now you've seen God in a white T
With some Nikes on my feet like Mac Miller
When it comes to words, they know I'm a verbal cap peeler
And they clap when I rap like I'm blacker than Dracula
Spectacular, the cash adding up, that's what happens
Growing up hungry 'cause you ain't have enough
'Bout to start popping my shit 'cause I ain't brag enough
Anything you want, you can have if you want it bad enough

Written by:
Chase Knackstedt

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