[Sample]

If you just believe

The best is yet to come

[Verse 1]

It's not about the Insta likes

All about the finish line

Bossing in the MIDI, I'm

Almost like Zinedine

My name came before me

Word to Maury, know it isn't mine

But it is in mind when I change my persona, flipping rhyme

If my verse isn't dope, if I'm unoriginal

What of all them nights lit by cell phone pixel glow

Six songs in a row, finding words to fit the flow

Writing to remind myself of all those things I'll miss the most

Any night that preceded wood smoke aroma

Times I almost hit on girls that should've struck me like a cobra

Times I felt like the same girls would see me on the posters

If they see me on the posters, then I already won

Top 5, I'm already one

No fame, it's already fun

I recorded before school back when the morning was young

So when I'm drowning in sofa, cocoa on the stove

And Jet-Puffs in the foam in a million dollar home

The prophecy's done

Stop the hypocrisy; J.R. just cannot be outdone

Your favorite rapper bought a hot whip, then I'm copping the sun

Glue eating rappers are not with it

I'm just popping their bubbles until my fingers all fatigued

And then I drop to the mud

Gimme the bass that rattles change in your cupholder

I'm Charlie Brown learning keys now like wassup Schroder

Don't know a lick of guitar I just keep strumming

When it's only getting better, then the best is always coming

Making my moves like it's nothing

No poker face, and they always still think that I'm bluffing

I turned myself into something

I wish that I could turn making my beats into funding

I wish that I could yell "stop!" and this shit would stop

That'd be way, way too easy

I don't have numbers

I'm bout to get on the board if it kills me, sounding like Ouija

If you think he's making money, he isn't

Funny my hobby is none of my business

Cuz that shit wasn't a business

No return, I just keep making my songs tryna get it

I'll do it every day till I'm finished

I just don't know what else there is to do

Scribble a verse on my graduation cap

I had to make it back, and do it for you

[Chorus]

So when your vision is forgotten

And the roots of your labor are all rotten

And all you can do is fall like autumn

You just gotta get up