J U N O - Armstrong

We rollin'?
Cool Cool Cool
Test Test Test
Sound good in there? Alright
Now look y'all
This is the first time I've ever put my voice down on a track
That I've released so uh
But I mean fuck it
You know
You just gotta
You gotta try
You gotta put it out there
You gotta do shit
Otherwise what's the point? Lets go!
Ever since the second time that ink hit my skin
I’ve been waiting for the morning of that new day to begin
Too many of them nights been spent sat alone
Burnin' through these bowls while I’m swiping on my phone
I’m sick of this routine day in and day out
Wake up, go to work, get high, pass out
Feels like I’m still searching for a way to break out
Thinking bout the times when I was happy just to make out
With some riches, fuck these bitches, all they ever do is hold you back
Till they break your fucking soul like Bane did Batman’s back
Think you’re strong? Prove me wrong!
Haven’t been in this game for long
But I’m Finna leave my mark like fuckin' Neil Armstrong!
Every time I sit down so that I can write these bars
I can’t help but think about my name writ in the stars
This is so much bigger than cash, chicks, and cars
I'm planting this flag, and finding meaning for the scars
So, please tell me how much longer must I wait
Before I find out the true story of my fate?
This unshakable feeling since the young age of eight
I can smell the dinner cooking but I haven’t got a plate
Fuck all that shit! I ain’t about to wait!
My idols didn’t sit around until they were great
They used their heart, soul, and fears to break the flood gate
Made themselves sharp to cut through this red tape!
Moving like water, they were not defined by shape
Strong as a flood they said fuck the landscape
You dumb motherfuckers they were fueled by hate
So shine that light up there not every hero wears a cape
I’m not fuckin' with y’alls shit as your cursing my name
Cuz I'ma get the next hit in when I’m running this game
When you see my shit hangin' in the Rap Hall of Fame
That’s your third strike bitch, get the fuck out my ballgame!
Remember my name!
Remember this pain!
You checking my gains? You checking my gains!
There ain’t nothin' coming between me and my dream
You can either be against me or be joining my team
Got in on the ground level we been swimming upstream
Soon be sitting so high light my photos with a moonbeam
Yeah but for real, I’m just trying to get a foot hold in all this shit
Cuz I’m tired of looking up from the bottom of this pit
So imma grab this mic as I continue to spit
Cuz I’m coming for this world best be ready to submit bitch

Written by:
Robert Meek

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