Mr. Yusuf

Ain't nobody try to help me out
Many people try to sell me out
If I'm taking everyone's advice
I'll probably end up here with a lot of doubt
On the mic I got a louder mouth
I'm not looking for a lotta clout
I just do it just to get some therapy and let some people just hear me out
Like who relates, to be great
Put the work in never miss a day
Showing up and never being late
Performing better when I'm feeling gray
Shine the brightest when they throw me shade
I be taking hate like it's Novocain
And I just get numb but I don't get dumb
And I'm only getting better man I'm far from done
All I really is want is just a few people to care more
And check me more than once like they be doing at the airport
Airborne, coronavirus
Been inside and came to find this
Little light of mine now it's dynamite
Try to take it out might just die tonight
I only engineered, so I can open doors
I tell em that I rap and they don't wanna hear no more
They need some autotune to fix their crappy vocal chords
Damn I'm so much better than these fuckers I record
Damn I lost some clients that I probably didn't care for
Never help me out all they did was just ignore me
On a platinum record that probably should get paid for
Oh no worries all it did was sharpen up my sword
To chop em up like I'm Kanye West on some older beats, get to soul speak
Like I got the gospel from a couple scrolls that I probably stole from the Dead Sea
Never let em get the best of me
Always coming with integrity
If I can go and make a better me
I'll tell em study people like spelling bee
Know the words, know the verbs
Take the action when you know it's worth
Trust yourself and always do that first
Secure the bag and I don't mean a purse
You get stronger going through the worst
Might need some liquor just to calm ya nerves
Just know ya self and embrace a nerd
Just invest you and you'll get returns
All I really is want is just a few people to care more
And check me more than once like they be doing at the airport
Phony friends will try to do you wrong
To my family I'm a deadbeat
I'm not even tryna find fault
It's just most em won't even try to call or text me
I'll be doing this next week
I'll be doing this next year better get it clear man
I been prepared like McDonalds with the recipe
I be tasting that destiny
Bitter taste like it's big red
And all I do is just carry on with the marathon like Nip said
All I really is want is just a few people to care more
And check me more than once like they be doing
I'm coming for the bag and I'm coming for the land
With a big ass house and you gotta understand
I ain't looking for a grand tryna own a fucking bank
Where I stack my stash I be spreading out the racks
Everybody in the clan gotta have a couple bands
When it come to my team we be going like band
We ain't rolling in van, tryna pull up in lamb
Won't do it for the gram gotta do it for the feels
I give it to you real Im coming for the crown
I ain't coming here to chill like I'm sitting in snow
In the studio working on these words
And I gotta go above on the signal flow
But never to a point where my lymph nods blow
Or getting to a point where I just can't grow
And if you on board and you catch my wave
Then I got that motion to float your boat
Hahaha, just getting started
You know
All I do is get up on this mic and
Just say what I say and say how I feel, hahaha
It's qst, it's tag
And I'm currently, recovering from this Corona virus
Hahaha, time stamp this bitch
Yea, ain't no stopping me
Keep it going