Striving Artist (feat. Chris Ray) Radio Edit

Hey mama I'm telling you I love you
This some real **** right here im trying to get from the hood to the burbs you know what I'm talking bout

Hook:
I want to get signed, buy a house for my mama finally have a bank account with a couple commas, and I'm tried of living life broke as an artist, walking down the street just another starving artist I want to get pay so I can go and fix my credit, finally pay with something with a card that isn't debt, it's going to be a hard road but I know I'll get it ain't no body stoping me from going where I'm headed

Verse:
Mama I really appreciated the days that I was faded plus you told me I would make it I believe so I chase it, my feeling can't replace, pops telling me I'll be nothing but just basic, Face it Chuck Taylor's is what I laced, hustled on the block so homie that's what i payed with, light bill rent bill **** this the same ****, different hoods and poverty, you ask me we 1 ****, huh now I'm on like a perfect pitch Something like a Gucci stitch, from the hood so want
snitch, y'all 48 hours so **** dig ya own ditch, on my fifty cent ****, get Rich die trick, 365 is not enough like a cream puff , dudes in these hoods walk around like they so tough, until you pull that chrome out, you put it to they dome watch they **** fall out

Hook:
I want to get signed, buy a house for my mama finally have a bank account with a couple commas, and I'm tried of living life broke as an artist, walking down the street just another starving artist I want to get pay so I can go and fix my credit, finally pay with something with a card that isn't debt, it's going to be a hard road but I know I'll get it ain't no body stoping me from going where I'm headed

Verse 2:
I walk up in the morning and I ask myself is life worth living should l blast myself, listening to PAC, it's therapeutic it's self, my brother told me keep pushing man it's good for your health, my brother die in 98 so he left his estate, microphone and headphones man this feeling is great, thinking of my cuzin Mikey man he locked up state these mufu crackers man, they made a hugh mistake, we need to take it back to trail, so we can beat this case, I swear to god my **** locked up just based on race, now all I got is memories, I keep them locked in my safe, a couple faded picture man, but yet they want get replace ,
we, all waiting on the day, that you could walk though the gates, this a hard situation, with the time that you face, but aunt Molly telling everybody keep the faith, so we did now we going all out kid

Hook:
I want to get signed, buy a house for my mama finally have a bank account with a couple commas, and I'm tried of living life broke as an artist, walking down the street just another starving artist I want to get pay so I can go and fix my credit, finally pay with something with a card that isn't debt, it's going to be a hard road but I know I'll get it ain't no body stoping me from going where I'm headed x2