Career Pathway

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You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill
I do this rap shit for fun it ain't no career
Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had
Rappers rapping about there career, i’ll break that.
Be gracious i got the patience to not completely piss all over you career
A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year
And that's all i long for in my rap career
A lot of people called it last year
Started caring about my self than my rapping career
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will
I was about eight or nine but i had no future career
She shift my gears and whispered in my ear
Nah, that's just cancer killing off your career
And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands
And that they dont who they are but this will lead them back to the right path
You after me, huh? i'm after cash
Im going off the beaten path
The crooked path i follow, i wish upon no soul.
I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole
Didn't regret this path/split seconds passed
 
what will you do when it all end?
you can't depend on others not even your best friend
teaching and adult education, lots of work and shit but so damn worth it
you think a waitress, drug dealer, a store clerk is a career?
thats bullshit get out of here
 
where are you gonna go?
it's life beyond your door and you can't no
getting small dollars ain't compared to the business shit
it's so much but trust me gonna want all of it
being a fucking loser is so much worse than getting a career
i'd get one any day, a career pathway
if you ain't about that, get the hell away from me
 
Passed the fuck over but now i found my path
Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash
Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world
Fate's path, randy spit it, sever and burst,
I took the path of a psycho
Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough
Except she's got a little more ass
Send you down a frightening path
And took me down the right path
Living out of bags
I’m coming back like light-skin and
Followed the path of right
Always strap so i was alright
On this path im leaving ash
Cause you're most likely to crash
The roadrunner follows the path of no other
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Baby, you got that super bass
I put myself in this path
Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass
What influenced me to rap, it's more like who helped me go to this path.
 
what will you do when it all end?
you can't depend on others not even your best friend
teaching and adult education, lots of work and shit but so damn worth it
you think a waitress, drug dealer, a store clerk is a career?
thats bullshit get out of here
 
where are you gonna go?
it's life beyond your door and you can't no
getting small dollars ain't compared to the business shit
it's so much but trust me gonna want all of it
being a fucking loser is so much worse than getting a career
i'd get one any day, a career pathway
if you ain't about that, get the hell away from me
 
But, i rain on your parades when you find your careers in danger
They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature
Your careers over, he’s slumped over/
The flow's cold as a shoulder
And took me down the right path
So chase the air hide your stash
And work hard then i pass like steve nash
Send your ass down a different path
Grinding their careers into a pulp with sand paper
Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for
Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat
But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope
Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear
End careers before you know i'm even here/
But i kept pushing and continued to my careers rising slope
So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat
Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips
They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
We've crossed our paths now we're miles apart
It's a battlejust for tha big money
Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?
I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money
Then if we didn't cross paths would i still be me?/
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt
Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement
With me/ why did gods and their fate stop to relate/ our paths and not
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
Bad hoes, pure coke, so many paths to choose
Pathological liars even know i'm the truth
If you cross paths with my while im running straight,
We would like to call this an appreciation tape
 
no one cares about me, no one is gonna provide for me
not like a stem growing on a tree, pain like this hurts like hell,
working is a way a life, a living, a spell
 
where are you gonna go?
it's life beyond your door and you can't no
getting small dollars ain't compared to the business shit
it's so much but trust me gonna want all of it
being a fucking loser is so much worse than getting a career
i'd get one any day, a career pathway
if you ain't about that, get the hell away from me
 
//outro: 3:06 to 3:45//

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