[Verse 1: Spitfire]

Ayo they told me keep on dreaming and never give up on spitting

So I'm sitting here venting circulating through what I'm wishing

Got my head in the game yeah I'm focused

But all this talk they keep spewing dawg it's bogus

Cuz most these cats ain't even tryin' to help me reach my position

Matter fact they be lying telling me that I'mma get it

My back been stabbed dozens with the hatred and dissing

I keep shooting for the top no where close I keep on missing

Yeah I started from the bottom where I made it at

Well I ain't here nah I'm down where all the failures at

Man all this pushing and promo has got me looking alone tho

Cuz I be doing it myself, I ain't got nobody's help

All this stress I'm taking on must be damaging my health

All my pluses cut in half with all the negatives I'm dealt

Oooooh, yeah X that

No new friends but where the rest at

Cuz ain't nobody getting big up in this rap game

Without a buzz spread the news share the rap name

Spitty feeling hot headed at the moment

Every week new verse still got it going

But what's the point let's be blunt ain't nobody give a crap

Let's face it my dreams shattered like I'm going through the glass

Count the fans on my fingers who made me who I am

Just a handful that been really executing the plan

I ain't even hit adulthood I know that

Doesn't mean I can't reach success before that

It's been 13 months 5 days 7 hours 36 minutes

12 seconds since I joined at the time that this was written

The changes I've seen have been tremendous

The way I go hard with every bar is relentless

He said I suck she said I suck they say I suck yeah I know that

I kept it calm all before but now it's time for me to go mad

Got me flowing a little bit faster when I'm furious on this mic

Since y'all don't even care I'll just stick to what I like

But you'll never see me give up always putting up a fight

Left a normal life and head right, took off up on this flight

I think I'm 'bout to lose my voice with all this yelling I've been doing

No matter I got my head up doing me I keep it moving

These artists reaching numbers like it's nothing

I'm on my grind but been degraded it's disgusting

I always keep it conscious spitting hard using my head

But I think I'm losing consciousness ready to drop dead

I'm just tryna earn respect from every drop I make

For every line I write for every spot I take

Man if destiny's involved she better look nice tomorrow

Cuz right now her eyes just filling me with sorrow

Turn down the beat homie I ain't from Toronto

Young words from the burbs B-Town we the grotto

Still gotta win once 'fore I can win here again

I'm gon earn my way till I'm ranked 11 outta 10

Yeah 11 outta 10, gon earn my way up till I'm 11 outta 10

Hope y'all were ready for that one.....we gone

Spitty keep it locked you know the rhymes come hot

Burn the rungs up off this ladder as I'm climbing to the top