Make It On My Own Freaks and Geeks Remix by Ashtin Larold Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Give me a paper and a pen, and I'll give you back a masterpiece
What takes these other rappers days, I can do it half-asleep
It just comes naturally, and I don't know why
But music's in my DNA and I'll love it 'til I die
I'm overcoming any obstacles you put in front of me
And I'ma keep on running 'til this Grim Reaper comes for me
Pulls my legs from under me, drags me down to Hell
Cause music's what I'm doing and I'm doing it well
Yeah, look, the shit's perfect
When a verse just comes together and it's perfectly worded
And it's working, and you feel this music moving through your bones
It's fucking heavenly; probably the best feeling I've ever known
And I know that I'm not alone
There's other people like me tryna reach their dreams on their own
But it's hard when the talentless people all succeed
Just to get a bunch of money that they really don't need
Yeah, so they can live up in The Hills
Meanwhile, real artists can't even pay the fucking bills
And it kills to know that real talent don't mean shit
But I could get rich quick screaming "Rack City, bitch"
Fuck America, I've given up hope
Democracy's dead and Congress is pissing on ghosts
But people just coast through their meaningless lives
A product of society filling their heads with these lies
Yeah, my generation is fucked
All these girls puckered up tryna look like fucking ducks
Oh well, I guess real beauty is dead
Cause girls would rather act slutty, fake and stupid instead
Yo, don't get me wrong, guys piss me off too
These fucking tools that drink their beer and suddenly think that they're cool
And don't get me started on all this music
Cause the people on the radio just sound so fucking stupid
What ever happened to Biggie and Pac?
Instead we got fucking Lil Wayne and Nicki Minaj
Think that they're hot, and everybody thinks that they're talented
Are you crazy? Wake the fuck up, snap out of it
This shit's ridiculous, everyone's a critic and a hypocrite
I'm sick of this, these citizens are victims of a system which
Puts us in a trance like a hypnotist
My mission is to kill all of these villains and finish this
And I won't stop until it's over
'Til I'm running the game like I was holding the controllers
Cause I'm not a fucking wannabe, not a fucking copycat
Quote me; I'ma make it on my own, bitch, I promise that
Give me a paper and a pen, and I'll give you back a masterpiece
What takes these other rappers days, I can do it half-asleep
It just comes naturally, and I don't know why
But music's in my DNA and I'll love it 'til I die
I'm overcoming any obstacles you put in front of me
And I'ma keep on running 'til this Grim Reaper comes for me
Pulls my legs from under me, drags me down to Hell
Cause music's what I'm doing and I'm doing it well
Yeah, look, the shit's perfect
When a verse just comes together and it's perfectly worded
And it's working, and you feel this music moving through your bones
It's fucking heavenly; probably the best feeling I've ever known
And I know that I'm not alone
There's other people like me tryna reach their dreams on their own
But it's hard when the talentless people all succeed
Just to get a bunch of money that they really don't need
Yeah, so they can live up in The Hills
Meanwhile, real artists can't even pay the fucking bills
And it kills to know that real talent don't mean shit
But I could get rich quick screaming "Rack City, bitch"
Fuck America, I've given up hope
Democracy's dead and Congress is pissing on ghosts
But people just coast through their meaningless lives
A product of society filling their heads with these lies
Yeah, my generation is fucked
All these girls puckered up tryna look like fucking ducks
Oh well, I guess real beauty is dead
Cause girls would rather act slutty, fake and stupid instead
Yo, don't get me wrong, guys piss me off too
These fucking tools that drink their beer and suddenly think that they're cool
And don't get me started on all this music
Cause the people on the radio just sound so fucking stupid
What ever happened to Biggie and Pac?
Instead we got fucking Lil Wayne and Nicki Minaj
Think that they're hot, and everybody thinks that they're talented
Are you crazy? Wake the fuck up, snap out of it
This shit's ridiculous, everyone's a critic and a hypocrite
I'm sick of this, these citizens are victims of a system which
Puts us in a trance like a hypnotist
My mission is to kill all of these villains and finish this
And I won't stop until it's over
'Til I'm running the game like I was holding the controllers
Cause I'm not a fucking wannabe, not a fucking copycat
Quote me; I'ma make it on my own, bitch, I promise that