Dissatisfied

Thought I was inching towards the finish line

All the sudden life it became a nightmare for this wish of mine

My money good my chick is fine

Dreams of having a rap career have mystified and gripped my mind

It's sort of like a claw machine

I keep on holding on but nothing ever seems to fall to me

I'd like to think that nothing's stopping me

But I keep on having problems so I have to wind up pausing things

Noodle scratching feeling obsolete

Way too paranoid I'm thinking main stream rappers copy me

Gave my girl my best apologies

Cuz I can't always be a muffin Sweet and topped with Poppy seeds