[Verse 1]

I'm puttin' one up for my underdogs

The one that's always overlooked and always booked as the underboss

The ones who love to grind even when it feels like

It's futile, will it come the day that we done with loss?

Dues beyond paid, fans but no Beyoncé

Empty stands but our souls burnin' like Pompeii

No record deals or fat paychecks but still kill

Still will in death, wilding from beyond the grave

Been seven years for me, a struggle but I kept the vision

Love the music, don't confusе it with the recognition

It's all conditional, my love for this

And whеn you strip away the politics, what's left is just my love to spit

I got a job that I would love to quit, that's a fact for most underground rappers they will not admit

And I don't blame 'em 'cause I feel it too

I know the shame in sayin' that you haven't made it but I speak the truth

[Verse 2]

Yeah! It's an upstream battle like I was D Rose

I'm grindin' 24/7 though the streams low

I ain't wack but still lackin' in dimes

And I'm feelin' like Shaq in his prime throwin' a free throw

'Cause down low I'm a menace blockin' the top shots

But at the top of the line, homie, I'm not hot

And I will not stop stranglin' beats and droppin'

Track after track 'til you ask how I am not poppin'

And I ain't broke but I'm devoted to lift

Upped my green levels like I'm smokin' a spliff

Them people say this ain't a job when we know that it is

I'm just hopin' I'm promoted from the opening shift

My pen is strokin' from the moment I get

Home until the moment that I'm strokin' my shit

They disrespect when they know that I'm sick

And if my flow amassed dough then they'd be gropin' my dick

[Verse 3]

I'll never front though, it hurts when the funds low

I might make some money off a track but it's dumb slow

A month of sales, I couldn't have made it in one show

But since Corona hit I haven't played out in months though

But I ain't dead yet, I won't accept death

You better respect or you gon' get flipped like Tech Decks

I know I'm hot though not on Wikipedia

And I ain't got a blue check yet on social media

People flock their fame and so they rock with lames

I flock to fame to those who bang and not just poppin' names

We not the same, not gon' rot until I jot my name

Within this game try and stop me and it's Glock to brain

Soft to hard, I evolved like I'm rockin' caine

Hardest in the mix, you jock my shit and I'ma pop a vein

A weapon's kept 'cause the biters got a lot to gain

Pocket on my ass, got a mask like I'm robbin' trains