CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Protégé

Yeah, shoutout to Logic
BobbyBoy Records I'm coming for ya
Keep me on your radar
Stead' of sleepin' on me like you sippin' Robitussin
Ooh sh*t, keep that for the ad-lib

Who on the come up do better
Buried in the rhymes are lessons from failures
Dig deep and you'll find the treasure
No matter what I do I'm sh*t on
Until I make it happen then they say I was slept on
That nerd from the front of the bus
Finally sittin' in the back
So many chips on my shoulder
I be looking like the hunchback
Of Notre Dame, I be throwing bullets
On some Nick Foles sh*t clutchin' up the game
I ain't in this sh*t for the money or for the fame
I just wanna give to kids who were like me
To have their dreams represented by my name
While you've been waitin'
I've upgraded and elevated
Hustlin' in my attic like an addict
Writing bars on bars tryna create the next Illmatic
I'm a polarizing guy, some people love me
Some people hate me
And when I sign the dotted line
My nay-sayers will have no choice
But to claim I made a deal with satan
On the real, I recognize this might not impress you
Lengthwise, but stick with me till' the day I blow
Starting to find myself in the tracks, I'm finna glow
One day my own protégé will immortalize my flow