Consistency by TruthCity Lyrics
Young and impatient
I don't have time for changes
I need consistency
I hear too much complaining
Don't do this shit for fun
I take serious
Excuses all I keep hearing
Just stop ya bitchin' and get it done
Niggas goin' through motions
I tell em' miss me, I'm focused
On making history, want this
Feel my intensity growing
You cannot limit me
Moments like these are hard to find
But I just want what's mine
The crown and the title
Don't let me near you
You overrapping
You rap like a 100 words per minute still no one hear you
Hard to hear you over the laughter
My confidence tatted
I'm ready, I wanted it badder
Don't none of you scare me, what happen
Too obsessed with maintaining
The fact that you made it
All of that money talk, you overcompensating
You rap for ya friends, I rap for the world
I'm out chasing dreams, you out chasing girls
Too busy facetiming, borrowing bars
I did more than you in a year I know that's gotta be hard
A million views and empty seats
You boys can't compete
My fans real, they don't hide behind computer screens
I use contracts for toilet paper
I don't need no one's favors
And I don't fuck with labels
I'm managed by all of my friends
Who help me off of the love and never asked me for shit
They say it's not a career if it don't pay the rent
Though I love this, I had to make it make sense
Desires fill up my list
Cus we work day and night
I see it in my sights
My girl think I'm obsessed, I think she might be right
Well fuck trying my best, I waited all my life
I got a loyal team and some checks to write
Shows selling out, used to be open mics
Ignoring all your hype
I just keep planning and plotting, watching you going ghost
Shitting on all your hopes
I'm booked at all your shows
You turn around and you see me grinning
I'm winning
Made sound decisions, I'm inching
Closer towards ya, I'm on ya, I'm practically sprinting
I warned ya
They pay me in cash, bet they pay your ass in exposure
I made it, you out here cutting corners
Boy I earned mine
I mean how much you pay for that cosign
Who you related to
Whose writing all your rhymes
It's like you boys got comfortable losing
They wanted you taken out, man I was happy to do it
I made it, you ain't expect it
I'm next, you gotta accept it
If you slept on me just know you'll regret it
The Prologue 2 on the way
But it's been so long I had to cook up a tape
Debut so strong, could've just chilled but I had too much to say
This for the family
You ain't present that's how it had to be
Sayonara for now but you niggas ain't seen the last of me
Ghost
I don't have time for changes
I need consistency
I hear too much complaining
Don't do this shit for fun
I take serious
Excuses all I keep hearing
Just stop ya bitchin' and get it done
Niggas goin' through motions
I tell em' miss me, I'm focused
On making history, want this
Feel my intensity growing
You cannot limit me
Moments like these are hard to find
But I just want what's mine
The crown and the title
Don't let me near you
You overrapping
You rap like a 100 words per minute still no one hear you
Hard to hear you over the laughter
My confidence tatted
I'm ready, I wanted it badder
Don't none of you scare me, what happen
Too obsessed with maintaining
The fact that you made it
All of that money talk, you overcompensating
You rap for ya friends, I rap for the world
I'm out chasing dreams, you out chasing girls
Too busy facetiming, borrowing bars
I did more than you in a year I know that's gotta be hard
A million views and empty seats
You boys can't compete
My fans real, they don't hide behind computer screens
I use contracts for toilet paper
I don't need no one's favors
And I don't fuck with labels
I'm managed by all of my friends
Who help me off of the love and never asked me for shit
They say it's not a career if it don't pay the rent
Though I love this, I had to make it make sense
Desires fill up my list
Cus we work day and night
I see it in my sights
My girl think I'm obsessed, I think she might be right
Well fuck trying my best, I waited all my life
I got a loyal team and some checks to write
Shows selling out, used to be open mics
Ignoring all your hype
I just keep planning and plotting, watching you going ghost
Shitting on all your hopes
I'm booked at all your shows
You turn around and you see me grinning
I'm winning
Made sound decisions, I'm inching
Closer towards ya, I'm on ya, I'm practically sprinting
I warned ya
They pay me in cash, bet they pay your ass in exposure
I made it, you out here cutting corners
Boy I earned mine
I mean how much you pay for that cosign
Who you related to
Whose writing all your rhymes
It's like you boys got comfortable losing
They wanted you taken out, man I was happy to do it
I made it, you ain't expect it
I'm next, you gotta accept it
If you slept on me just know you'll regret it
The Prologue 2 on the way
But it's been so long I had to cook up a tape
Debut so strong, could've just chilled but I had too much to say
This for the family
You ain't present that's how it had to be
Sayonara for now but you niggas ain't seen the last of me
Ghost