[Verse 1]:

Damn, boy

I've been five years making music

Nine years writing good shit

On a track, half a day, in a day, going hard

Bitch, does it matter?

Cause my family hates my talent

Yeah I'm into serious problems with my oxytocin level

No one likes me, I want no more

I am someone home grown

I do my shit all alone

You know there's too much as I suppose

Hah, when I make music and no one sees it

I just wanna make no more

I have dreams, I have dreams

No one sees it, no

[Verse 2]:

I'm, (x4)

Underrated (x4)

As fuck man, yeah, I have

Too much pain, (x3)

Nah

You know when it's hard to take it, I'll OC (overclock) myself and make it

You may consider a limit, but I never gonna fake it

That's why when I'm making music dopamine is in my blood

But about of you, there's shit ton of nicotine stuff

I mean I'm enjoying it, but you try to enjoy it

This may be the reason I am the one people who enjoy it?

Yeah, Yeah? No...