Stuck in a Rut Lyrics

I was just stuck in a rut a couple years back

Every day asking myself if I should still rap

My bills due, on top of that, my tire's still flat

No way to get to work, I gotta fill up my gas

Was down bad, ain't release for like a year and a half

And looking back, the whole time, that was the fear that I had

'Cause it had been so long, my catalogue was like a ghost town

But now I'm dropping album after album, I can't slow down

My pockets gettin' fat as the fuck, it's like they hold down

My legs to the ground, can't get up, too much gravity

Steady reminiscing on the folks that had doubted me

Even if haphazardly, doesn't really matter, see

My flow came from nothing, well, virtually

Was birthed by the folks who constantly encouraged me

They start calling me the goat, well, they ain't occur to me

But now that you mention, let me go ahead and grab your attention

It's been a minute, I guess you didn't see me here waving my hand

In front of your face for the past ten years, asking y'all to start sharing my shit

I get it, back then, I was young and my shit wasn't lit

Guess I just wasn't it

Now all the sudden, they see the kid shining, big winning

Feel like I just hit the latto, they got mixed feelings

Chicks tell me 'Bravo' and give me french kisses

Behind the wheel, I gotta drive slow, 'cause this bitch's face in my lap

We're on the interstate, I'm flying down the road with no map

No GPS, I don't even know where the fuck am I at

Just keep driving, my eyes on the road until they roll back

I forgot this bitch down there was still sucking, hoe, we're 'bout to crash

Fuck it, a fresh restart with a new life would be nice

Reincarnate me as Jesus Christ

With an army that's twice the size of my crucifiers'

This time, it'll be them that's going through the fire

I'm rocking new attire, now you've seen God in a white T

With some Nikes on my feet like Mac Miller

When it comes to words, they know I'm a verbal cap peeler

And they clap when I rap like I'm blacker than Dracula

Spectacular, the cash adding up, that's what happens

Growing up hungry 'cause you ain't have enough

'Bout to start popping my shit 'cause I ain't brag enough

Anything you want, you can have if you want it bad enough