Developing

1 verse:
-forever underground, started with a basement mentality
my equipment, never been sick man, it's shit, I stick to the basics imagining
getting a motherfucking paycheck for rappin would make me so happy
here I am tracking, dip in my lip, rip-it, spit, spittin sarcastic
body, body bagging

I'm a lone wolf with a cub
I don't go a to no club
I do tofu, but no drugs
I'm an old fool, with no love

cause I got- no- love, for a bunch a over priviliged underage motherfucking leeches eating my time
got- no- hope, for a bunch of lazy, tention crazy motherfuckers that all fuckin feed on my grind

grew up with nothin, But haven't forgotten,
the first time I ever had cash in my pockets
Came from the bottom, but haven't forgotten
Searching for answers, tho lacking the profit

Under the radar, my path is unknown
Tip of the iceberg, they passing along
Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne,
He travels the fastest who travels alone

chorus:
I'm just stuck in my cellar man
focus on developing
everything else, to hell, cause well, it's irrelevant
measuring the editing
myself being everything
my own day one, lay low, cause I'm in my element

2nd verse:
I just handle my business
I can't manage a minute
people say that I am viscious
but I don't mess with ambitions

been loner for years now
sleepin on me, bitch what the thread count
ask if left town
fuck I never stepped down

cause the reason I keep on believing
achieving, and leaving those people behind
is that the mountain is steep, my physique
I can't sacrifice a hand when I climb

I ain't got no fucnm time for that
don't give a fuck if you buyin that
you can deny the fact and don't like the math
shove the truth in your vaginal tract

- yeah You probably figured me out, and now you givin me doubt cause of clothes and my long hair
- I tell you this machine lookin different, now listen bitch, I got the same software
- you don't stand a chance with the man, I'm a bandit, strike before you draw air
- the buisness and the people in it, do it on the minute, and you no don't belong here

-ah and I'm to the back to the basics
swoopin in just to grab another paycheck
too many pets, this cats here an apex
the real me passed in a train wreck

-used to say my raps never made sense
been making tracks, and my tracks used to Break necks
Fuck the whole World, they into safe sex
My shit was fat but - I always weighed less

Bridge:
-and thats how I feel
ask myself if this here is real
music was my escape, but I'm hurting like hell, so when do I heal?
stuck here forever, nobody budge now, I'm like sludge now
moving in mud, shit no longer works, do I have to dumb it down
fumblin now, ain't no stoppin now or copping out
just stickin to the formula man and the plotting how
what's important now, wasn't a few years ago, need a miracle
success is something unatainable a top a pedestal....but