Stuck in a Rut

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