Verse:

Step up in the booth with the heart to write rhymes

Polo on my shoes and I’m moving the ground now

Reminisce on charts so I pray on the right sound

Everything I face, I take on the grind now

Praying you relate so I’m making the cash now

Moving at the pace that my taste could bite y’all

See I was in the booth late nights no outcome

Writing out my heart so my pen could catch one

See I was on the grind but they passing my tape

The radio could never play cause my rhyming is dead

A&R can’t manage me, I suck at the game

No promoter can’t fuck with me, it’s down to myself

Hook:

I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health

I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength

And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death

I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate

I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health

I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength

And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death

I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate

Verse:

Now I’m back at it, the same cat you laughed at him

Blazing out my tape, you’re stuck like crack addicts

Above average, I tame bars that’s once savage

Catching on my pace, you’re late! You can’t touch it!

Gotta let me shine with grace you learn something

They tried to paint a picture of my life, it ain’t nothing

Everything I said on rhymes it says something

It ain’t my muthafuckin problem that you can’t catch it

My thoughts in rap? I can floss with that

I came from the bottom now I’m bossing rap!

Recital:

See that’s way overrated you’d be whack to compliment it

I’d rather start investing than become a proclamation

Be the real deal, I’m talking be the conversation

The kind of money I can move and flip and start a nation

Free of starvation and women degradation

Where children find peace and a different conversation

I’m talking build a nation

Free of starvation and women degradation

Where children find peace and a different conversation

Verse:

So I step up in the booth with the heart to write rhymes

Polo on my shoes and I’m moving the ground now

Reminisce on charts so I pray on the right sound

Everything I face, I take on the grind now

Praying you relate so I’m making the cash now

Moving at the pace that my taste could bite y’all

See I was in the booth late nights no outcome

Writing out my heart so my pen could catch one

See I was on the grind but they passing my tape

The radio could never play cause my rhyming is dead

A&R can’t manage me, I suck at the game

No promoter can’t fuck with me, it’s down to myself

Hook:

I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health

I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength

And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death

I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate

I can’t doubt on my strength; I know it’s bad for my health

I’m writing rhymes everyday pray to God for my strength

And everybody claim to know me know I hustle to death

I be rhyming for the love ain’t ashamed of my fate