1st everybody wanted to be a ball player, then a dope dealer, then a gangbanger, then a krump dancer. Now everybody that can rhyme cat with hat wants to be a rapper. I guess niggas are all for that get rich quick scheme of things. But just because you know how to use a thesaurus doesn’t mean you deserve to make XXL’s Freshman Class. Sh*t, half of what these so-called rap artist’s say nowadays doesn’t even make sense, logically or conceptually. I gave up along time ago trying to understand somebody’s disorganized thought process.
So, quit spamming my timeline with your wack ass songs interspersed with inspirational quotes you stole from a fake Kendrick Lamar account. If none of your friends will voluntarily listen to your sh*t, what makes you think that someone who’s never heard of you would take you up on that offer. Time isn’t cheap you know.
I just feel sorry for the misguided youth putting all their eggs in one basket when it comes to the rap game. I’m not saying you can’t rap because that’s what you like to do, just don’t quit your day job. Or better yet, get one to begin with.