Applause

Oh Where do you go Joy that meets us Oh Where do you go (Where the applause at?) (Ive been shooting from the) Joy that meets us (Yuh yuh) Where the applause at Ive been shootin for the stars But no awards yet They never see you til ur gone Bang dawgs dead Pay the respects pulse steady They say they Waitin for my takeoff When never share my shit but say they ready This Industry too petty Taking two brothers turn them into enemies U comprehending me The only win ive ever gotten is from tennessey So smoke the steam off My writings my remedy U feelin me the walk from home To studio is my activity My mic my medecine This beat is my amphetamine Im just tryna stay relevant Whenever i write I clear the room for elephants In the room full of 7 me's Raise the glass filled with hennessey Wishing it was water working Glasses filled hennessey now Cant breath shit is ending me now Im spittin heavenly now Where the applause at? We Cruizin downtown This is my hometown Hit it once hit it twice Hit the breakdown We Cruizin downtown This is my hometown Hit it once hit it twice Hit the breakdown We Cruizin downtown This is my hometown Hit it once hit it twice Hit the breakdown We cruizing downtown We cruizin We cruizin downtown We cruizin downtown I needa setback Settle down Make a base then unpack Then breakdown convosations About who's the realest Strapped with 3-9s Career high like chaunsy billups Wanna be that role model Just like uncle phil is Stay still we chill Cuz i aint fuckin with no pills Jab hook like hakeem But with this mic i got a dream Step back from the haters Fadeaway like when lebron passed kareem Im all for the team Fuck a pill fuck the lean I outrap ur favorite rapper Still i aint got a fuckin stream The number you have dialed Is not available at present Please leave your message after the beat Maybe im to scared to write a love song Maybe im gon fall off in the fourth round Im one with my Music cuz this been mine Or maybe im too focused on the real life I wanna shine like them IG people been doing Wanna be proud when im telling all my grandchildren About my strife and stories about that stage life Stage death stay alive Cant tell them bout the military k9s Champaigne and red wine White picked fence with great view Of whats mine Empty stomac in the attic While im writing all these deep lines Im livin like its summer But winter round the corner My mind the deadline Im forced to decide Will this be the last Word in my notebook Or nah Am i a real one or the fraud Wanted to be the hero of the story Like lebron when he ball