[Verse 1: M&M]
I will not be done to wait, from it's this dominion
My outsight shouldn't decide your opinion
But before I get a chance, people throw chance at racism
'Cause of the first thought my face gives 'em
Am I slaughter bound?
Or did I enter a glitterless world of bitterness in the wrong part of town
Reject that I'd die
Accept that I've grown, perfect the only method I've known
I can't afford to be anything less than "I'm Special"
Rap about the pick up whether or not I get the
Respect from
All rap fans, born of a nationality, the native
I'm trying to bring them together as rap fans
'Cause something about the average, that's what I'ma do
Figure keep doing, I'm gonna till i get myself established
But the harder I try, the more it seems like no one cares
I must be trippin' on broken stairs

[Verse 2: M&M]
A [?] the wise man said that I was [shreddin'?] with [Vegas?]
Territory for a quick way to get fed
For my past 5 years, I went to solely
Workin' at this without seeing a single cent
Wonderin' why I'm still sittin' downstairs
While the MC, dope and [deaths?] are out getting theirs
But none of us really knew much about the business
And other deals, so we weren't sure how to
[?] [find us?] couldn't respond to it
[shoppin' the demo to major?] didn't work, 'cause no one wants a
Poor quality taste made in the basement
They wouldn't waste the time to laugh before they aced it
And we'd already come across every local and independent label
Who sang the same medley
"We're gonna make you famous", and each time [?] so long and
We come out with a wide arrayment
But even so, I still kept a silver bullet
Invisible until my [?], my mouth was chipped
But when I need a reassurance
My family members weren't exactly [coherent?]
And my pockets were empty
Now I knew I couldn't keep at home rent-free
So I got a job cleaning bathrooms, and picking up shit with spoons
Amd emptyin' dumpsters with vacuums
That I stopped doing like the [?]
'Cause my mom was doing, like, somersaults
So I got the boot with a shell toe
Walking around in blisters, without a change of clothes
So I had to collapse like a pair of scissors
[?] will the trauma, my face [straight grew?]
So I quit, at the [heaven?] only completed the 8th grade
And for a short while, I was campin' out
Between my girlfriend's and grandma's house
That's why I'm [?] up every dollar I made from general labor
[to get enough?] to go to a studio, I [made a?] creator
Owned independent label, and started business
But I got fired from my right before Christmas
Back and back, 'cause we were barely been able to prove that [I've been?] two to
Three of us, so we still sat
In an underground level of a slum
Right near the exact same place where we started from
[Verse 3: M&M]
Well, all this work we came for
'Cause even before the [plane?] full of rhymes
Doing a [song?] of songs, getting paid [for the?] times
I ask myself "Is it even worth the hell it gives?"
Havin' to put up with the non-stop lectures from relatives
What if it tries to [?] it just continues
Fallin' apart in front of me, and I gotta keep tellin' fibs
And I face the drawback, with nothing to land on me
And then I fall back
There's kinda [?] where I have no ultimatum
Where my dreams were dying, and it would take one more choice to fade 'em
If there's an easier, more appropriate way of going about this
Then show me it
'Cause [?] try a little harder, don't tell me nothin'
When I pull the lint outta my fuckin' pockets, like belly buttons
Which is gettin' me frustrated
It seems like everyone in the world that raps, but us made it
The constant [felt?] the [?] [blushing?] [?]
Hatin', now my self-esteem is disintegrating
It's fuckin' up my aspects, when rappers [all lock' it up?] with rhymes and changin' his aspects
So the neverending saga continues, with most of my day spent sitting in amazement
'Cause I work so hard to get nothing done
"Ain't you got a record out yet, G?"
Nah, I'm still in the Bassmint