Colliding With Mars - 2K MARIN
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{Chorus}
I'm sorry I'm impatient
I'm sick of sitting here waiting
They put my face on a playlist
And i feel like nothing changed, so what?
Am i not enough?
That's 2K in my bank account
They introduce me like I'm famous now
I feel like everybody wanna watch
But when i need a hand then no ones here to talk
So what?
Am i not enough?
Am i not enough?
{Verse - Belaganas}
Question pop up when I'm standing on the cusp
Supposed to call me when I'm down
Instead you only call my bluff
Family's supposed to push you further
Not tell you to hang it up
Friends who claim they gave a fuck
Shit gets real, they tails get tucked
Can't make this up
Now i ain't apologizing
I'm inside my mind's body, compromising
You gеt on the rides
And then you off еncounters
And they rob you blind before they ostracize you
Call me bitter but you not entitled to no peace of mind
That shit is of Atlanta
Read between the lines and the things that we could find me even feel just like the-
All of my wins are somebody's L's
I eat till I'm full
You fasten your belt i know that it's hell
Relieve my stress, it's half of your rent, my shawty can tell
I stay at the gram, my hand on my dick
I know it don't help
But i know some rappers who locked out of heaven
They're fillin' up gas at 7/11
They put out a track and it never gets mentioned
They're pulling a crowd of like 10 of their friends at their shows
And everyone knows the slippery slope
Of following dreams with minimal hope
They stare at a screen, they seeing me gloat
And like a disease, the jealousy grows
They speak of morality
Don't think i don't know that they after me
I got some homies who life is in tatters
Who think that the only way out is tattling
Look at what's happening
See them resorting to fallacies
If they had their way, 'fore end of the day
I'd be selling the gold out my cavities
FBI tackle me
Look at what's happening
Maintaining my jester's privilege, special interest
Whippin' on too many daiquiris
Look, maintaining my jester's privilege
So everything's cool if they laugh at me
They get in my head
I'm lying in bed every night like
"Do i deserve the success?"
Is rapping a passion or is it a means to an end
And is it my future to get
Everything i ever wanted
Despite all the bridges i burned
That I'll never mend should I let 'em win?
Or do i tell people who want me to beat it to beat it instead?
Look-
{Chorus}
I'm sorry I'm impatient
I'm sick of sitting here waiting
They put my face on a playlist
And i feel like nothing changed, so what?
Am i not enough?
That's 2K in my bank account
They introduce me like I'm famous now
I feel like everybody wanna watch
But when i need a hand then no ones here to talk
So what?
Am i not enough?
{Chorus}
I'm sorry I'm impatient
I'm sick of sitting here waiting
They put my face on a playlist
And i feel like nothing changed, so what?
Am i not enough?
That's 2K in my bank account
They introduce me like I'm famous now
I feel like everybody wanna watch
But when i need a hand then no ones here to talk
So what?
Am i not enough?
Am i not enough?
{Verse - Belaganas}
Question pop up when I'm standing on the cusp
Supposed to call me when I'm down
Instead you only call my bluff
Family's supposed to push you further
Not tell you to hang it up
Friends who claim they gave a fuck
Shit gets real, they tails get tucked
Can't make this up
Now i ain't apologizing
I'm inside my mind's body, compromising
You gеt on the rides
And then you off еncounters
And they rob you blind before they ostracize you
Call me bitter but you not entitled to no peace of mind
That shit is of Atlanta
Read between the lines and the things that we could find me even feel just like the-
All of my wins are somebody's L's
I eat till I'm full
You fasten your belt i know that it's hell
Relieve my stress, it's half of your rent, my shawty can tell
I stay at the gram, my hand on my dick
I know it don't help
But i know some rappers who locked out of heaven
They're fillin' up gas at 7/11
They put out a track and it never gets mentioned
They're pulling a crowd of like 10 of their friends at their shows
And everyone knows the slippery slope
Of following dreams with minimal hope
They stare at a screen, they seeing me gloat
And like a disease, the jealousy grows
They speak of morality
Don't think i don't know that they after me
I got some homies who life is in tatters
Who think that the only way out is tattling
Look at what's happening
See them resorting to fallacies
If they had their way, 'fore end of the day
I'd be selling the gold out my cavities
FBI tackle me
Look at what's happening
Maintaining my jester's privilege, special interest
Whippin' on too many daiquiris
Look, maintaining my jester's privilege
So everything's cool if they laugh at me
They get in my head
I'm lying in bed every night like
"Do i deserve the success?"
Is rapping a passion or is it a means to an end
And is it my future to get
Everything i ever wanted
Despite all the bridges i burned
That I'll never mend should I let 'em win?
Or do i tell people who want me to beat it to beat it instead?
Look-
{Chorus}
I'm sorry I'm impatient
I'm sick of sitting here waiting
They put my face on a playlist
And i feel like nothing changed, so what?
Am i not enough?
That's 2K in my bank account
They introduce me like I'm famous now
I feel like everybody wanna watch
But when i need a hand then no ones here to talk
So what?
Am i not enough?
