3o’7

[Verse 1]
3 o 7, you can catch me stressin'
Bout my future, so amusing, also interesting
I’m sorry, it's just on my mind, excuse me intercepting
But what is with this doubt and all this fucking second guessing
Shouldn't you at least be confident
And think you’re awesome when
Stumbling upon this pen?
Don't get it twisted boy, this ain't the zoo, this is the lions den
And if you keep on second guessing, fucking guess again
Shut the fuck up
What do you want me to do?
Ain't a single soul who'd rather hear a lie than the truth
I don't want my face known, Imma just hide in the booth
Wear a disguise and rape the mic if it bе silencing you
What if they know who I am?
See me wiеlding the pen
Talk about bullshit ‘cuz I like to pretend
Talk about rolling doobies like I would recommend
I'm writing my own end, people don't understand
That if I show my face I might just screw up the whole plan
‘cuz this is plan Awesome, but B is where it’s all at
Ain’t nothing truer than that, I might've proven I can rap
But that don’t mean I can keep doing this
I mean, where's the cash?
There's a catch! if I make it just far enough
To be recognized by some, but not to get me the sum
Then Imma have to get a job, but there ain't gonna be none
Who would wanna hire silly little rapper that sucks?
What psychologist you’d talk to if you knew that he rapped?
What talk would you have if you knew that he had
‘bout 50 songs about rolling up and lighting a fat one?
You'd have none, ‘cuz he wouldn't be hired, stupid man-bun
Hippie looking, smoke cushing, kush smoking sad cunt
Laugh some, ‘cuz it could be your last laugh, ass-dumb
Who the fuck told you you could rap, huh? Fat fuck
You won't last long, your bad song, I mean your songs bad

[Intermission]
Don't go too hard on yourself now
Ha! You should know that that's all I do
But for real though, do you get me?
I can't be both a rapper and a psychologist
Unless I do it anonymously somehow
But I think I'm way past that, I don't know what to do
I just fucking wish this shit took off man, this is my dream

[Verse 2]
So I slap rap on its ass-crack, while I laugh, ha!
Strap my back pack up tighter and I hashtag
Give it my all, writing mad tracks, every year
In the back of the cab, in fact, everywhere
I don't give a fuck, I give a million
I give so many I could probably just start dealing
‘cuz there are many out there looking for a fuck to give
And they won't give me one
If I don't show them my clit and have their children
Please recognize my brilliance
I'm so far up own ass, I'm through the ceiling
But my feet are so far below hell they started freezing
There ain't a word or song that could explain just how I'm feeling
So I wrote me an album, the Wind is what I called it
‘cuz I hope it'll give these stones a blow, so they start falling
There is this spark of doubt with also hope
And that's what caused it
The reason I ain't paused yet
The stones, I got them all set
I just need the domino effect and that takes people
To push play, get to sharing and to streaming
Earn me a buck, so I have something to believe in
Get this music thing going, so far I've been dreaming
But I wanna be succeeding
And for that to happen I'm gonna be needing
Your support, I know it's odd to ask
But if you do I'll keep releasing ‘till we're even