For You - Josh A

This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me

I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing

I hope you love it

I hope you really love it

I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it

I hope you really love it

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah, yeah)

I’m the realest

I’m not talkin' 'bout realness

I’m talking realism

See these other jokers in my lane I’m not feeling 'em

When these stoners talk about the Mary Jane

I don’t deal with 'em

Bitch my lyrics like a weapon in this game

I’m concealing 'em

Surround myself with yes men

Swear that all this music that I’m makin' I invest it

Swear to god my ethic is nocturnal, never Rest in-

Peace

That word’s not in my lexicon

Don’t know what that means, uh

Feeling like a technician

Chasing that spark

When I first had that start

Where I bloomed on my art

So I dropped this tape for free

I’m giving you all of me

Just so one day you can see I’m not in it for the G’s

And I’ve been shutting off my friends so I can shit on all my enemies

Like a plague, all up in this game, these motherfuckers sick of me

If I just keep on working, swear that is the perfect recipe

With hard work we can wash these rappers out like Listerine, yo

This for all those who get me, hope that you didn’t miss me

I been working, I been zoning, all these skills I been honing

I hope you love it

I hope you really love it

I hope you look at all my shit and put this tape above it

I hope you really love it

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah)

I made it all for you

(Yeah)

Who the hell am I?

What makes me?

Is this what I want?

Is this what I wanna be?

Who the hell am I?

What makes me?

Is this what I want?

(yeah) Is this where I wanna be?

(yeah)

I’m sick of feeling like the odd one out

Never fitting in conversations

Feeling so damn complacent

Please God take my brain erase it

I don’t wanna be this way no more

Fitting in is such a chore

Self conscious I’m so boring

They don’t care about my story

I feel like I’m just here

Working until my brain goes numb

But they just snicker and sneer

(Pull the trigger, you might cheer up)

That’s too dark;

I need to ease up

I tell them all that I’m okay

I don’t want to be a burden;

think I’m meeting Tyler Durden

I’m too scared to say just fuck shit

Because people don’t love it

They think they all above it, I plummet

(Okay, see how that sounds)

(Yeah)

I should really be above that

People don’t really love that

But fuck what all these people think and they will hate regardless

You see those who keep on moving always seem to go the farthest

If I stopped when people said «no» wouldn’t be searching apartments

Keep going till they can’t stand me

Not in it for the grammy

I’m about to crush the game until these motherfuckers ban me

Chase your dreams

(Yeah)

Show these people and be the best you can be

(Yeah)

(Alright)