Myself

There's so much dust in the room I can't even breathe without coughing
Goddamn
I cannot save it up
I don't make enough
Bro you play too much
I hate my luck
I can't take it up, God why you takin' stuff
It's way too tough
Like some angel dust cuz things is crazy huh?
But toughen up, this is the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
Pick and choose, I know all my haters love to pick and choose
One day I'll be balling homie broke then I can pay for dude
Pay the loans, Imma make it big right now I'm pre-Malone
The fame is calling I know it's on me to go pick up the phone
Go put me on
Matter fact, I'll do it while I'm all alone
Don't need no help
I can make the beat and rap all by myself
I'm broke as hell
Imma still throw pennies in that wishing well
I'll keep my hope
Imma make that money without selling dope
I ain't a joke, and if you disagree well then I hope you choke
I'm born to float
I don't even think I really need a boat
I'm breathing fine
I don't gotta rush it I can take my time
I'm making moves
Every time I drop I try to raise the roof
Speak the truth, even if it's painful Imma speak the truth
So bet it up, you can bet against me I ain't giving up, ain't giving in
I hope all my opps know that I play to win
You say you bout money then go get it then
After I go win then Imma win again
Listen if you getting knocked down, then go get up again
Standing on your own two feet's the only way to end
Even if you're losing you better get up and try again
It ain't gon' be easy but trust me that's how you get a win
I been through too much
It gets hard for me to take it in
I don't trust a soul, prolly why I don't like making friends
If I take a shot then it's a bet I better make it in
I be so impatient bout my time don't tell me wait again
I think fate is way too slow, prolly gon' be late again
I can pick myself up, I can brush the pain again
I can manage on my own, something Imma say again
I can manage by myself, but I don't mind having friends
You can go faster alone but go further together
You can get by on your own that don't mean that it's better
Why I keep a chosen few it's for the stormy weather
This way I can make it through and can handle whatever
Gotta keep a small crew, there's always snakes in the grass
Be careful of who you choose, don't get me started on rats
Keep your circle tight, like a chest with a heart attack
Can't even deny it you know what I said is all facts
I cannot save it up
I don't make enough
Bro you play too much
I hate my luck
I can't take it up, God why you takin' stuff
It's way too tough
Like some angel dust cuz things is crazy huh?
But toughen up, this is the beginning I do not make the rules
Bro be cool
Lost a couple thousand told me stay in school
I'm Bob the Builder, made like half a band was tryna cop a tool
Pick and choose, I know all my haters love to pick and choose
One day I'll be balling homie broke then I can pay for dude
Pay the loans, Imma make it big right now I'm pre-Malone
The fame is calling I know it's on me to go pick up the phone
Go put me on
Matter fact, I'll do it while I'm all alone
Don't need no help
I can make the beat and rap all by myself
I'm broke as hell
Imma still throw pennies in that wishing well
I'll keep my hope
Imma make that money without selling dope
I'll keep my hope
Imma make that money without selling dope
I'll keep my hope
Imma make that money without selling dope