Bambu - Peddlin' Music lyrics

What you know about photocopied CD labels?
Staple photocopy fliers in the city of Angels
Hittin' every open mic up
Early just to sign up and line up to catch a
Show with big name lineups
I would study every rap act
Thinkin' I could smash that
Hopin' I could get the chance
To do my own tracks
I'm back up till the sun up
Then right to my day job
I'm right in my boss face, "Fuck it
I'm late dawg"
Fire me and fine somebody else
To go stock rooms
10 hour shift, no lunch, to my bedroom
To record it, mix it, bounce it and burn it
And I'm hittin' up the DJ's like
"My man it's murderous"
While I'm stuck between the gang
Ties and a gang life
Tryin' to walk right so I
Don't end up in Wayside
And end up not a-live
And every single time I hear a kick, snare
Bass it hurt not to rhyme
Like my man Fatgums while he
Up in that classroom
Tryin' to stay focused when
He open that textbook
Every pen tap is a boom bap hit
He's fightin' droppin' out to make
That hip hop shit
But that's the struggle I guess
Man, we peddle for cents
We peddle music on the side
And hopefully make rent
Bambu been through it
Fatgums goin' through it
But the fact you listenin' gon'
Keep us makin' this music

"I reside where the struggle and hustle
Coincide" - Blue Scholars 'Wounded Eyes'