Kid Victory - Authentic

(It's KV)
(Yeah)
Motherfuckers, it's the Kid, but they used to dub him different (Yeah)
Took a minute in the lab with a pad making mischief
Running tracks with a vision
They want me to change my style, they hate that I hate the system
They're wanting to see me fumble through fathoms of inhibitions
I'm sorry to burst the bubble, but I'm surpassing my limits
I'm crawling out from the rubble, they hoped I was buried in it
I'm chewing right through the muzzle, I follow my intuition
(Yeah)
It's all me, authentic
Never prize a personality prosthetic
I'm just trying to offer something to balance the flawed message
That's been flooding the genre, I'm giving my raw essence
It's a shame that they want to fucking change me for it
While some other people want to fucking praise me for it
Couple people even want to bloody thank me for it
And let's be honest, we don't need another fake recording
I'm a dreamer (yeah)
And I'm dreaming of exploding with the soul of a poet
Raising a ruckus and causing clever commotions
Evoking a glow of hope when my poetry sets in motion
So, I'm living in the moment
And spilling emotion when painting my art
While they claim they're a vital component
But all of my vital components are chasing a star
Damn
See, maybe I'm getting confused
But I thought the point of becoming a rapper
Was sharing a story and spreading the truth
Spent too much time fucking tying my noose
Just to cut it to write about Molly and booze
I'm too committed to thinking
So spilling my heart on this paper is all I can do
All I can give is an offer to show myself
I won't sell my soul for a dollar just to grow my wealth
I lay in bed with a monster I brought to life
So, you can keep telling me I'll need some changes to prosper
But how could I need something that I never wanted to find?
You're stuck in a cycle
You're chasing a title
And claiming it's final to stick to a formula someone imagined
You're not being mindful
Of all that you are, all that you can be
Falling apart, you scream like a banshee
Lost in the dark, hopping a shark
To prove that you're someone worth giving a hand
See, I wouldn't sacrifice me for a minute of fame
I'm just differently made (yeah)
Than the masses that cover their tracks with abandon
And banish themselves in a daze
While melting away
All of the substance they gathered is dripping down into the drain
But they're not gonna give, so I give it my all
And it's dripping right off of the page
Inciting a wave
Well, call it high tide
This is my time to prattle
I'm in my right mind
Shit, and I'm primed for battle
Just finna write myself despite chimes of rabble
So, I might unravel
Through the verbiage I'm merging into the music
Still imperfect with wording but I'm improving
I may never be the best
But I know that I'll invest in the truth 'cause honesty's not a trend
I'm sick of the lies, sick of the fakes
Sick of them trying to lead me astray
Sick of me starving while they brag about how they're drowning in pussy, and money, and yay
Fuck how they say I'm too sensitive
Fuck how they don't give a fuck 'bout intelligence
All of their thoughts and opinions irrelevant to me
I die when I'm done being genuine
All I can give is an offer to show myself
I won't sell my soul for a dollar just to grow my wealth
I lay in bed with a monster I brought to life
So, you can keep telling me I'll need some changes to prosper
But how could I need something that I never wanted to find?
Something that I never wanted to find
Something that I never wanted to find
Something that I never wanted to find
Something that I never wanted to find

Written by:
Lan Bakhuis

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