Released on December 13, 2019

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I’m tryna go from the nose bleeds to the loge seats

Backstage with a fridge full of groceries, lately I’m just lonely

I’d rather rot at the bottom than be a phony

So If you think you doin’ better baby show me

So please

Take a page from my book

Then maybe you can understand the path and the time that it took

Cause I’m sick of dirty looks

Got you nippin’ at the bait now you swallowing the hook, son

I got

No time for people who stay doubting

You see me climbing up from the top of the mountain

It’s gonna take time but while I’m screaming and shouting

I’ma gather up fans by the tеns of thousands

So

I’m convinced we gonna pull off a miracle

But nеrvous to the point that I’m thinking ‘bout getting spiritual

Like dear god don’t let my journey be satirical

I’m eating y’all for breakfast

I’m reckless, you keep the cereal

How long must we be the underdogs?

Til I see these mislead people come back home

How long must we steer these people wrong?

Til I see these broken people run it

C’mon c’mon yeah

They say it’s been a while since I seen you around

And that I’m always on the road, does it ever slow down?

I clear away their plates and hope that they don’t see me frown

They say you really blowing up but you still workin’ downtown?

I’m in the back of the pack

But I swear I won’t finish last

Cause with some vision and tact

I’ll get my dream back on track

Ignore the talents I lack

I’m out here shooting the gap

Moving forward and never back

My team is on the attack

Don’t

Understand how we all are still hanging on

Yeah

We got everything against us and yet we remain strong

This the road less traveled the path is beyond long

I don’t sweat it ‘cause I know that you lovin’ the underdogs

We got

Hard work and a whole lotta passion

You getting’ worked by a couple Cleveland bad kids

No plan B

My life is a giant mad lib

Philosophizing rhymes man

I swear I’m writing in Sanskrit

How long must we be the underdogs?

Til I see these mislead people come back home

How long must we steer these people wrong?

Til I see these broken people run it

C’mon c’mon yeah