Songtext zu 'Speak First' von Matt Corman

Why do I sit by the phone
Checking up on twitter every evening
Blessings from my followers can be so deceiving
Remembering all my verses really haunting shit
Instagram likes and mentions building up my confidence
Getting booked for all these shows got me saying wow
First thing they ask about the followers in my account
Labels tell me that my tape I better make it count
Talk about the money but there's none up in my bank account
What ever happened to blog posts thats for the dope
Now it cost money just to stand outside of interscope
Rap about money will always make your records sell
Honesty and inspiration stories you should never tell
Major keys to success are things I hardly tell
Pass em to my team and then I keep a couple to myself
There is a secret to this game, and people wonder how
Ain't no harry potter so nobody in my chamber now
Eyes closed to the people tryna steer me wrong
Team is always moving.. You should probably stay where you belong
If you ain't with us then you seem to lose an urge of must
Jump onboard the train or get left inside a path of dust
Out the mills… showing love to those that on the team
Shouts to everybody really plans to chase a fucking dream
Never trippin got a plan then always stay committed
Notice that the people who are doubting are in reminisince
Jealousy of what I'm building got me feeling proud
Kids that I grew up with only hit me just to bring me down
They getting nervous when they see how real this really now
Wonder how I'm making moves and always make it count
Concrete bars so its always hard to bring me down
Cracking jokes in the back of my detentions
People focused on amount of likes rather amount of mentions
But.. I'm meaning mentions in society if you were getting mentioned theres a meaning in your life you see
This is crazy dropping hot shit nobody knows
Still amazes me that catfish is a fucking show
Your status on your facebook says your the fucking man
People would rather touch a keyboard than shake a human hand
I got a story reminiscence boutta crazy bitch
When you getting famous girls will fuck up your relationship
Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt
Counting all your plays while listeners were sittin down
In the back of all my classes writing verses down
Praying for a moment to get noticed feeling hopeless now
But.. Another tape for the real ones
Fans who have been in attendance and of course the day ones
I got connections with inspirations I dreamed to touch
Texting instagram models that I could only dream to fuck
It never happens cause I'm loyal to my only girl
Way back in the day she was the only focus in my world
Now I'm lost with the distractions flowing like a boat
Now I'm losing focus on the things that really matter most
I'm only human I correct another imperfection
Focused on my funeral and the people who are in attendance
Cheers to you if you could find the words but couldn't spell
This was an intro to a song that I could never tell
This my first year of taking this shit serious
People think I'm falling off I'm lost and so delirious
Remember this verse in 3 years when I'm in magazines
Rocking some designer jeans and tearing up the fucking scene
Mdr is everything that I have dreamed about
I cut the fakeness so I can tell my story now
I'm 20 years tryna make it in this business
Where big corporations place artists in front of critics
Before they drop so when they hot, they know they hot or not
Give me 20 minutes off the top ill make your heart just stop
Damn… and I don't even need to write boy
People use my verses for the things they need light for
Old friends wonder where I’m really at now
Girls got these pictures and they post me as their backgrounds
A&r’s wanna wait until this leak first
This is the tape… I just felt the need to speak first