Taylor Bennett - Be Yourself, Pt. 3 (CTA Freestyle) Lyrics (2024)

Taylor Bennett Lyrics

Kicked off the CTA smell like weed, I had to walk home
All the guys live under street lights they parents is not home
Smoking on my roof cause my mama left out for costcos
Man she went to costcos I hope she get them waffles
Cause that sh*t pick me up from out insanity
Holding on my own head rubbing arms cause you abandoned me
Looking at this TV and looking outside societies plan for me
Someday's stand outside with all the guys stare at the stars and do their plans for free
Serve drugs and dismantle dreams
I don't wanna about know everything
I be scared to go outside
Social anxiety searching entirely
Is a variety thru sobriety
I see necessity all in the recipes
I don't feel special I need some accessories
Especially when I'm down bad they ain't catching-me
Testing me wrestle me this my legacy
Something I better be, greatness ahead of me
Death in the back of me this my anatomy
Took on some felonies fallacies casualties
Hate that I got look back at a track and react like its only some chattering
That sh*t is shattering
Feel like the dagger is stabbing you harder than ever
But I cannot measure in treachery
You cannot manage my destiny
Aiming to wreck up some records
It took me a second to get it together but now it's forever
No matter the weather
My rhetoric better
Matching my happiness with a lil cheddar
Tryna progress I ain't tryna be clever

Cause me and bro just had a dollar
We love 50 cent cakes
Ain't enough money in the world to make somebody feel safe l
But its so much love in the world when somebody fly way
They could take 1 million followers right down their to they grave
So I got questions for these labels and they partners that paid
Have ya ever oded or lost ya partner to a k
And you now popping pills today cause you got moves you gotta make
Turn that drill sh*t louder can't have feelings not today
And the real trick is they monetizing every play
From that record that you spin to the jail cell where you lay
Facts, facts, facts

What if told you yo life was part of a business
And even if you don't rap somebody gets a percentage
You could work inside a office or or work inside of a prison
It all looks like a in-school suspension
Said it all feels like we in here pre-tending
As the clock spin one mo time for new beginnings
Its the god in me man - made time I don't feel it
Now rock with me one mo time if y'all feel it
Cause its way to much love in the world to be concealing
Know its tough love like bigs said in my city
This rap money don't change lives it make a distance
Allows them to present us persistence in a submission
Treat us like politicians elect the views that you sponsor
He ain't turn to a monster we just supporting nonsense
Shame on all our subconscious
How we preach to toddlers
The Internet's influential
And infinite out school
How we gone have em learning lessons
Still figuring out the rules
Who's the real hater if be ya self isn't cool
The independent route gave me many doubts
But I've been in plenty bouts without any clout
The gift I have words nerve and money I can splurge
You see that re-up gave me freedom just like jay in his songs
I'm not a rapper I'm a hustler don't you ever get that wrong
I flunked out college sending gmails of my songs to SoundCloud, Spotify
Apple tidal, all cause I believed I could fly out towards the sun rise
Pass my alumni
Cause I all ways dumb high
Use to run the streets
When my ideas could break a treadmill
Now my work out standing
I still get depressed though
The plug still my best friend
The light that sparks up every issue
That I lost rest in
Still caving my chest in like pirates investments
They lied the world gets bigger I'm looking at 3 suns!
The tides gone rise but dada glocks go fee fum
One thing I won't be is dead beat in the streets son

But CTA train rides taught me everything I know
Late nights in city my mama wonder where I go
f*cked up with some friends and van filled with smoke
So many plans in the end now your alone
Kicked off the bus good weeds bad cologne
I need a minute from the internet and my phone
Been concealing these feeling I've been dealing with on my own
Just like the stars from my roof I'm moving on

CTA train rides taught me everything I know
Late nights in city my mama wonder where I go
f*cked up with some friends and van filled with smoke
So many plans in the end now your alone
Kicked off the bus good weeds bad cologne
I need a minute from the internet and my phone
Been concealing these feeling I've been dealing with on my own
Just like the stars from my roof I'm moving on