(Verse 1)

This is not a given, this not just a livin'

Do this for these children, and aspired musicians

I been on a mission, to get in this business

Honestly, I was bout to wrap this up like a ribbon

But naw I ain't quittin', it'll work out, my fitness

Is tougher than it was when I got no love in the beginnin'

Fly over competition, and sweep away all the gimmicks

If you paid close attention, you'd think I was playing Quidditch

Just like I'm a magician, I planned my disappearance

But now I'm back with a vengeance, you can't pass this interference

I don't listen to most these critics, cause they're blind, a bunch of Riddicks

I'm gearin' for a rapper clearance, who fearin' with evil spirits

You're kiddin' but kids mimic, the appearance and bad image

You've risen with no endearment, my feelings won't be concealed in

Shoot for stars with precision, I don't care what my percent is

As long as I finally get it, I'll prove you can dream then live it

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This what I got everything riding on

They didn't think that I could fly alone

I'mma use this to right my wrongs

I can change the world with this microphone

More than the music

(Verse 2)

I'm back on my grind, I'm back on my hustle

They have no bars, like they're stuck in a tunnel

I got horse power, they want to give me a muzzle

Like a car mechanic, I'm still building my muscle

Haters say I hate you, lovers say I love you

The good thing about both, is they're saying they heard of you

Say “Dreams Start Young” when you mention me, the industry, I think Clark Kented me

Cause I walk up in the booth and I'm simply me, walk out red and blue like injuries
When you hear them they all violent from the jump

I'm making music cause these losers ain't being fathers to their sons

There ain't no age limit, or safe distance, now from these guns

But I'm the childish one, guess I'll be better on nickelodeon

Listen your hard raps, are not facts, cause they're on mixtapes

Pulled straps, will make your car dash, like Kim K

They buckin' at buckets, so you duckin', or you runnin'

Or you hope you get a buck in, like you owe somebody somethin', cause they comin'

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(Verse 3)

Tell most of these artists stop the jawin', they're talkin', Hip-Hop to death

Don't have to curse, to curse explicitly, who lack luster respect

My core, vets, forget what you spend, you can't buy the drive of a LEX

Tell the top, I'm coming for necks, want a feat, retrace my steps

Not impressed, I'll leave my mark engraved, on the grave, where you rest

I'm here to clean up the mess, I'm the butler here like Jeff

I'm not really upset, cause my voice soared; no strep

I rose from just a cadet, and now I'm labelled a vet

Fresh Prince here, struggle to pay my rent bills

Trying to make it out of Milwaukee before I get killed

Wonder if y'all think bout how these kids feels

When you talk about how you sip lean and how you drink pills

On the verge of breakin', this game here for the taken

Y’all busy regurgitatin', rewriting, impersonating

I can never feel complacent, when I still feel in the basement

This underdog has awakened, for my fam, I'm gonna make it out

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