I’m raising my standard the same way you're raising your doubts

They try to box me in silence, but I keep on breaking the routes

Been on this grind for a minute

I’m trying to figure the cost

My whole team saying the culture’s gotten us lost

Call it a journey, call it a burden, or call it a craft

But if it keeps me returning, I turn the pain into math

I used to move like a menace

Now I just move with intentions

These are the honest confessions

I got a list

Still, I surpass every tension

This is the second I build

They only test when you’re skilled

They try to copy the will

But they will never stomach the chill

They only run when it’s real

Guess they ain’t built for the field, still

I turn the pressure to proof

That’s why my name’s in the booth

I keep my circle aloof, no one predicting the truth

I keep on coming for proof

They know I am never gonna fold

They know I always improve

You keep on counting me out

I’m never telling the move

But am back in the booth ey