You won’t feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you’re in it, and tell the world around you that your paperwork is finished and steal your mother’s debit cards so you maintain an image. And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain’t tinted. You need a minute? You got it. You know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights. The sun is up when you get home, that’s just a way of life. Apartment 1503: some couches and paintings. When you record with 2 others that want the same things. Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels so you up there every night, you swear you getting close. That champagne money was for gas and phone bills but shit, you bout to spend it on what matters most. You drop a couple songs in hopes that you could beat a nigga. And come out every night to let the city see they nigga. Telling stories that nobody relate to and even though they hate you, they just keep on telling you they feel you nigga

(Source: -a-, via queenuma)