[Verse 1]
Brand new man, got a brand new life
Think I’m gonna do a couple shots tonight
Man I take a couple sips when I toss the dice
But I Wasn’t happy with it so I tossed it twice
Lost a night then I went and tossed it thrice
Ostracised from the feeling of my mind
So I go to try and find lots of advice
But the cost that I cop is just way too high
So I take my time to compose my rhymes
Hope what I wrote is too dope to define
Flow with a code that the folks wanna buy
Never claim to be the GOAT because I choke when I lie
But I never said I wasn’t one of the best
To c-come from the heat in the south of the west
It’s the town of the greats couldn’t be any less
So I grind for my spot I belong with the rest
Now I’ve got a clear mind so it’s best to know
I still got a whole lotta time left to grow
Might Take a little trip, redirect the flow
I’ve gotta plan for the life that I’m meant to know
I was never ready for a 9-5
I work longer hours when I’m on the grind
But if a 9-5 is what my life provides
Well then I’ll make it work until my time to shine
[Interlude]
Alright, for real this is my final take, I'm tired as hell
[Verse 2]
Man, it’s pretty crazy how far I’ve come
I Started at the bottom of that rapping rung
Now I’m working my way right up to the top
And I Got the motivation I ain’t never gonna stop
I ain’t need no more damn validation
From these other people, that didn’t get it
I ain’t need no more of that self-esteem that
I was really lacking, cuz I needed credit
I don’t need them, but I do need a mic
To receive elite schemes, beamed straight to my mind
I dream these beats feed ease to my lines
So I reach my peak when I speak with a rhyme
Copy my lines, rip my style
I’ll keep on laying down smooth work like a tile
I’m a Concrete cut, with a whole lotta guile
And a low play count but a confident smile
Yeah, So I’m switching my flow
Kicking it back, and I’m taking it slow
But my mind is still racing, No time for embracing
I’m Calm and collected but ready to go
So, people wanna act like they know me
But I haven’t been me for the past two years
I was trying too hard man, I gotta be honest
I had to stop with the crap and go and wipe my tears
And I get it, it’s a bit too much when they always rush to try come to you
I was in that space, always felt out of place
But I had to find a way to keep on punching through
And there comes a point when you have to choose
About the kinda story you wanna tell
Take a breath and think about it all
Are you printing pages you wanna sell?
Could you really say that you gave it all
Or that you made excuses as to why you fell?
You didn’t focus on the lessons learnt
All you focused on was the way you felt
You keep on repeating all the same mistakes
Blaming all the cards that you got dealt
You gotta focus on your line of thinking
So you love the struggle til' you claim the belt