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handsovereyes - rocky balboa lyrics

[verse 1]
i never claimed myself to be a sort of gangster
just a troubled white boy turned into a rapper
ask myself, should i be rooted or climb up ladders
i just chose the latter, closing up this chapter
i always felt like i had to compete so i ran faster
as soon as she broke my trust i left her
cringed at when i used to think that we were forever
and before writing that bar, for 4 years i forgot her

[chorus]
i was a young boy young boy
aliens no cowboy
final tetris piece boy
can’t be -ssed with school boy
young boy, they were so d-mn rude boy
normie, sexist boy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
but i feel like rocky balboa, i feel like rocky balboa
underdog, i gotta prove myself im rocky balboa
i lay awake gotta think about what i really should’a
articulated rapper with the s-s-stutter

[verse 2]
start off bright and early with my energy
building up this synergy
got so many enemies they renting me
they crazy but i get it
what the f-ck you saying g
we be moving to that city life
start a rap family
its ugly like *censored* and actually
im hungry, sweet bars and some honey
like the industry my company corrupt
be screaming what the f-ck
what im getting that suck
its the sk!ll man not the luck
it’s the age man not the tuck
but i’ll always be running it
hating ill be ducking it
ticking it off the bucket
kicking it on the bucket
got so much shit oh f-ck it
ill be causing much ruckus
it’s f-cking ridiculous
yeah images flash
when im down to smash
your shit is trash
and i’m ’boutta crash
yo -ss get back
all the way to cl-ss
f-ck that, i surp-ss
my path, do the math
with the rate im going
stacking up that cash

[chorus]
i was a young boy young boy
aliens no cowboy
final tetris piece boy
can’t be -ssed with school boy
young boy, they were so d-mn rude boy
privileged, sexist boy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
but i feel like rocky balboa, i feel like rocky balboa
underdog, i gotta prove myself im rocky balboa
i lay awake gotta think about what i really should’a
articulated rapper with the s-s-stutter

[verse 3: preon]
people can not get me
staying loyal only me
going harder i’m just
rapping on the track inside the back
fill my quota on the sofa
proving myself to the ones
making it
never getting hit
getting lit
got my clout
now i’m proud
now i’m going with no doubts
what i’ve vowed
in my life
what i’ve vowed
in my route
because i’m loud
and im proud
you can’t make me stop (and)
you can’t make me drop (the)
tracks they will not flop (yuh)
doing what i want
doing what i can
i’m the man
haters telling me to stop
now my boys are giving props
now my fans are on the spot
soon this shit will be my job
never switching up
ripping mental figure dubs
family’s no part of me
all they want is the money
don’t care about promethazine
anxiety the fantasy
don’t care about the spree
only care for me
only care for day ones that were always and forever down for me

- handsovereyes lyrics

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