GrewSum - Fully Aware lyrics
[GrewSum - Fully Aware lyrics]
Let me tell who I am as a man
I'm a man who grinds hard
So I don't understand
How a lot of people make it
When they're really sayin' nothin'
A lot of people faking
Like a hollywood production
A lot people biting' till
They chip a bicuspid
But I ain't gon' change it up
I'm like "fuck it"
If that's what it takes to make it
I'll be happy layin' tapes in a
Basement where we actually say shit
It hurts a little bit and it bruise my ego
To see chances given to a untalented people
If my end is being fake
And they copy like kinko's
Then I’ll just stay out here
And watch through the peephole
My mama taught me better than
To put up a front
And my pops taught me to never
Go out like a punk
So I'mma keep on grindin'
Survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the
Instruments are cryin' like
I'm fully aware that I might never make it
But I don't really care
I ain't got a bone in my
Body that's tellin' me "stop"
When this hip-hop it's all that I got
Man it's all that I got
I was raised to love music
For the talent involved
Watchin' pops sing a song
While he strung the guitar
It was embeded in my soul
Like a permament scar
Making music is nothing if it
Don't tell who you are
There's good times, bad times, love songs
Sad rhymes all of it can happen within
A span of a lifetime
And I don't wanna exclude any emotion
But me doing me, makes making it hopeless
I refuse to conform to a market of a artist
I just do what I do
And market it the hardest I can
Within my financial condition
And just pray that somebody will listen
(it's the mission)
I've done good so far and made some fans
Made some connects and watch them
Slip through my hands so I keep on gridin'
Survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the
Instruments are cryin' like
I'm fully aware that I might never make it
But I don't really care
I ain't got a bone in my
Body that's tellin' me "stop"
When this hip-hop it's all that I got
Man it's all that I got
I'm a man who grinds hard
So I don't understand
How a lot of people make it
When they're really sayin' nothin'
A lot of people faking
Like a hollywood production
A lot people biting' till
They chip a bicuspid
But I ain't gon' change it up
I'm like "fuck it"
If that's what it takes to make it
I'll be happy layin' tapes in a
Basement where we actually say shit
It hurts a little bit and it bruise my ego
To see chances given to a untalented people
If my end is being fake
And they copy like kinko's
Then I’ll just stay out here
And watch through the peephole
My mama taught me better than
To put up a front
And my pops taught me to never
Go out like a punk
So I'mma keep on grindin'
Survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the
Instruments are cryin' like
I'm fully aware that I might never make it
But I don't really care
I ain't got a bone in my
Body that's tellin' me "stop"
When this hip-hop it's all that I got
Man it's all that I got
I was raised to love music
For the talent involved
Watchin' pops sing a song
While he strung the guitar
It was embeded in my soul
Like a permament scar
Making music is nothing if it
Don't tell who you are
There's good times, bad times, love songs
Sad rhymes all of it can happen within
A span of a lifetime
And I don't wanna exclude any emotion
But me doing me, makes making it hopeless
I refuse to conform to a market of a artist
I just do what I do
And market it the hardest I can
Within my financial condition
And just pray that somebody will listen
(it's the mission)
I've done good so far and made some fans
Made some connects and watch them
Slip through my hands so I keep on gridin'
Survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the
Instruments are cryin' like
I'm fully aware that I might never make it
But I don't really care
I ain't got a bone in my
Body that's tellin' me "stop"
When this hip-hop it's all that I got
Man it's all that I got