No Clue Testo

They have not a clue, not an idea what it feels like,
Well, let me take you on a journey to my red eyes.
The reason they’re red is because I rarely sleep,
I be working on my beats.
I ain’t say it just to say it, I am working on my beats.
When you’ve got these big ass dreams, you cannot accept defeat,
Hardly chilling on my couch and barely kick it to my feet.
And my think is always negative, I cannot take defeat,
Feel like life has knock me to the ground and got the best off me.
They think that I’m rich and rolling, the fact is that I’m struggling. Been to twenty five, nine to five is barely bubbling.
Take you to a long line, but this is no comfort inn,
Still working like I ain’t got it and I’ll be going in,
Be chill, please feel everything I’m saying now.
Struggles of the up and coming, I be praying really loud,
God, do you hear me? I just live it and insist.
I’d be damned, I will do this even if it wasn’t planned.

They got no clue, no clue of what I go through.
They assume that I ain’t up on my own two feet
To make this happen, it ain’t easy all this rapping,
When you hit the stage and they ain’t even clapping.
Damn, they got no clue, they got no clue.
They think it’s easy, but it’s difficult,
You go through many obstacles,
Regardless, my nigger, you know I get it.

Look, I’m just trying to stack a million,
But these haters try to kill me, no, niggers, they don’t feel me.
I just did it on my own, standing on my two feet, You try to talk on me, ‘cause I swear to God you’re goofy.
You wanna live my life, can’t walk in my shoes,
You’re talking, have no clue of what I’ve been through.
Recording all day, at night I get no sleep,
Homeless, no bed, no pillow, no sheets.
On the floor in a homie’s garage,
They all believe I’m hiding, nigger, no, it’s all a mirage.
And they struggle, but I hustle just so I can make it out
And if you’re standing in my way best believe imma take you out.
I say it on these songs, ‘cause it’s the real me,
Revealing these feelings, appalling or not.
This my moment, this my time, fuck you and your shot.
Thirty thousand feet in the air while you’re standing alone, you’re blocked.

They got no clue, no clue of what I go through.
They assume that I ain’t up on my own two feet
To make this happen, it ain’t easy all this rapping,
When you hit the stage and they ain’t even clapping.
Damn, they got no clue, they got no clue.
They think it’s easy, but it’s difficult,
You go through many obstacles,
Regardless, my nigger, you know I get it.

I ain’t live it like I made it, if you lived it, you would hate it,
Try to dress up in that suit, yeah, regardless the occasion.
You ain’t made it, yet, why the hell are you still doing this?
Mind your business, nigger, I was up there with the stewardess
While you was at community, now passing that shit foolishness
I’m on my way to London, all the female was “who is this?”
Gay friends, I just want to multiply them,
So they can be like “we can’t wait for you to come back”
Started with an idea, dreams started small like the furniture at Ikea.
And now I’m up in here. Well, not quite, foot in the door, maybe.
Still ain’t got my momma pushing in that Mercedes,
Tryin’ to make me pay the break, fuck it, I just wanna play.
I ain’t got nothing popping so guess I’ll try it, anyway.
I ain’t got no manager, I manage myself every day.
Hard to focus on the music, but I gotta make a way.

They got no clue, no clue of what I go through.
They assume that I ain’t up on my own two feet
To make this happen, it ain’t easy all this rapping,
When you hit the stage and they ain’t even clapping.
Damn, they got no clue, they got no clue.
They think it’s easy, but it’s difficult,
You go through many obstacles,
Regardless, my nigger, you know I get it.