Jerome The Prince - Almost Quit lyrics
[Jerome The Prince - Almost Quit lyrics]
Yeah, I can't even lie
I almost quit making music a couple times
But I couldn't do it
Cause all I know is to cope with rhymes
My mind is saying I'm failing
And I'm not doing fine
But fuck that shit cause giving up
And me just can't combine
My Shawty love me and she
Loyal and she hella fine
My puppy cute, my mama healthy
And I am alive
Counting my blessings
But I'm tryna count this money too
Ain't have no father figure
Told myself that I am proud of you
Yeah, I get sad but I won't
Get the bag just moping round
Time don't stop for no one
No matter what that globe go around
Motherfuckers hating on the net
They just envious
You don't have the balls to do what I do
Nor the penmanship
Been a fucking journey but we
Still are in my genesis
Y'all ain't fucking with me and
My catalog the evidence
They give me they opinions
Will I ever give a fuck? Never
5'7" but they look up to
Me like the Buck's center
I don't even need my Apple Watch
To tell your time is up
Grinding cause I want my money
Longer than the Snyder Cut
Homie it is cool to try new stuff
But don't you try your luck
This beat is like a blunt
It ain't no question I'm gon light it up
Pay attention cause I'm only just warming up
Another window opens when another
Windows boarded up
It's a marathon
Motherfuckers treat it like a forty
Shit is not a joke
Leave the comedy for Rick and Morty
I can count on all my brothers, my mama
My shorty
Can't nobody tell my story
So much in my inventory
I am not a killer
But my test my fam and it will get gory
Went from pawning shoes and rings to
My dollars looking blue like Dory
Disney reference but I swear this
Shit ain't family friendly
My heart has been damaged plenty
Working with the cards they dealt me
Motherfuckers flexing on the gram that
They be popping off
I average like 200 likes a post
But trust my profits strong
Y'all are worried bout your followers
And not your dollars
Y'all are rapping just to rap
In real life y'all are cowards
Y'all are talking bout a life
That you don't really live
They don't shout me out cause they can't
Handle all the truth I spit
Went on tour and shit I
Only sold like 20 tickets
Most of y'all afraid to say it
That's the fucking difference
Till I die man I'ma keep it real
And keep on spitting
Dammit I was tripping
I would rather die than get to quitting
Yeah, ayy, they can't handle that shit
I almost quit making music a couple times
But I couldn't do it
Cause all I know is to cope with rhymes
My mind is saying I'm failing
And I'm not doing fine
But fuck that shit cause giving up
And me just can't combine
My Shawty love me and she
Loyal and she hella fine
My puppy cute, my mama healthy
And I am alive
Counting my blessings
But I'm tryna count this money too
Ain't have no father figure
Told myself that I am proud of you
Yeah, I get sad but I won't
Get the bag just moping round
Time don't stop for no one
No matter what that globe go around
Motherfuckers hating on the net
They just envious
You don't have the balls to do what I do
Nor the penmanship
Been a fucking journey but we
Still are in my genesis
Y'all ain't fucking with me and
My catalog the evidence
They give me they opinions
Will I ever give a fuck? Never
5'7" but they look up to
Me like the Buck's center
I don't even need my Apple Watch
To tell your time is up
Grinding cause I want my money
Longer than the Snyder Cut
Homie it is cool to try new stuff
But don't you try your luck
This beat is like a blunt
It ain't no question I'm gon light it up
Pay attention cause I'm only just warming up
Another window opens when another
Windows boarded up
It's a marathon
Motherfuckers treat it like a forty
Shit is not a joke
Leave the comedy for Rick and Morty
I can count on all my brothers, my mama
My shorty
Can't nobody tell my story
So much in my inventory
I am not a killer
But my test my fam and it will get gory
Went from pawning shoes and rings to
My dollars looking blue like Dory
Disney reference but I swear this
Shit ain't family friendly
My heart has been damaged plenty
Working with the cards they dealt me
Motherfuckers flexing on the gram that
They be popping off
I average like 200 likes a post
But trust my profits strong
Y'all are worried bout your followers
And not your dollars
Y'all are rapping just to rap
In real life y'all are cowards
Y'all are talking bout a life
That you don't really live
They don't shout me out cause they can't
Handle all the truth I spit
Went on tour and shit I
Only sold like 20 tickets
Most of y'all afraid to say it
That's the fucking difference
Till I die man I'ma keep it real
And keep on spitting
Dammit I was tripping
I would rather die than get to quitting
Yeah, ayy, they can't handle that shit