What are the chances of me making it as a rapper? Realistically, probably little to none. I ain’t a lot of you. She hasn’t makes music myself. Some days I feel like it ain’t never gonna have it. Other days I hear an esbin dropping. I feel like I got this in the bag. It’s just too many rabbits, bro. I mean, at this point, rabbit is like hoping. Unless you LeBron sign or like daddy right hand man, you probably ain’t gonna find yourself in a position to take this to the next level. It also depends on what your definition of making it is. Do you just wanna be able to pay your bills? Do you wanna hit a couple mail on Spotify? Or do you wanna skydive off a lyric eliminate airplane into a mosh pit of 50,000 people taking off your key steel music if levels.
That is for me today. I see I spice Bubbly Neck and tossing hands on a wall to one of my songs playing in the background. I’ll know I’ve accomplished and seeing everything that this physical run has to offer, I’ll have made it. What happens after that day, we’ll make little to no difference to me, that was an awfully specific example, it wasn’t it?