Pop Song
I been doing this since I was 13 man
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
You probably think that I won't ever grow up
Or stop acting like there's something out
There better than love
Another struggle rapper
Talking bout he down on his luck
What make you special
Make you expect that you'd ever blow up
You just a normal ass
Ego tripping loner with a boarding pass
Sitting on your MacBook rapping and recording tracks
Dream chasing dropout
Finishing your undergrad
White people problems
I don't listen to that sort of trash
Plus that underground style been dated
The game ain't the same as when Eminem made it
Blah blah blah all them lyrics make my head hurt
You should save your money up and buy a new sweatshirt
Music don't sell if you can't sell an image
You need to find an angle like a joke or a gimmick
Like Macklemore or Lil Dicky
Look how they did it
What makes your raps real
If you can't make a living
Being conscious ain't lit these days
Be honest you can't even make a hit these days
While you waste your life
Out here tryna get these plays
You gone lose a good woman
Hope you miss me babe
Said I hope that you find what you looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back around here any more
I'll be gone won't see you tomorrow
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired of hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Ayo I wonder what it take
Just to land that deal
How they twice as big
But only half as real
They wanna fake gang star
For that mass appeal
Make it hard to tell the world
How you actually feel
Saying shit like it's lit and I have no chill
Then post pics of this drip, kush bags of pills
No cap mask off gon crack the seal
Up in the whip let this drunk chick grab the wheel
Man I can't keep pace
Tryna chase what's cool
I need to be laced with jewels
A few face tattoos
To break through pop culture
Change the color yo hair
Just don't forget when you was bummy
With no money to spare
No washer, no heater both still under repair
Asking the homie if it's coo to borrow
Something to wear
No rent money next month
Was up in the air
Had to learn the hard way
Baby nothing is fair
Through the trial and error
Ask me why do I care?
Will you be happy
When you rapping out
In Madison Square
Don't let the fame take the place
Of the moments we shared
Cause I was chasing after something
That was already there
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired
Of hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired
Of hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
I'm sick of feeling like I'm never enough
-In a world where the money how we measure it up
Or maybe I'm just too depressed
And obsessed with this stuff
And think my life'd be worth less
If I never blew up
I got homies working office jobs
Could've been rock stars
Others rocking world tours
Barely even got bars
Maybe I could sell cars
Tryna meet a quota
Or spend my time typing
As a web design coder
The truth is I'd rather
Be broke on the road
Making gas money
Back offa small town shows
With my bags in the trunk
Living in between homes
Just to feel like there's meaning
To my flesh and my bones
And that means
That you see me as a text on your phone
And the stress got us feeling
Like it's best to move on
How it feel to go sleep
When your best friend is gone
Still clinging to your dreams
With them headphones on
Well the homie got a plug at the agency
But they saying that you shit outta luck
Cause that boom bap rap
Ain't popping no mo
And it ain't worth following up
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Baby girl I'll write a pop song
When it hit the top ten
Swear I'll give you every single dollar I make
Cause I been broke for a minute now
Know you getting tired hearing bout
How one day I'm gonna catch my break
Said I hope that you find what you looking for
Seems you always got somewhere to go
But don't come back around here
Anymo
I'll be gone won't see you tomorrow