Ay

Its back to the grind

I push all this doubt to the back of my mind

Penning these songs, no penny, my thoughts need a hundred thou'

I need a couple a crowns, Hades please give him a couple of hounds

Bronze like Nero with the lyre now

Every beat is a pyre now

Please teach me how some silence sounds

**** need to be quiet

I been, I been in dens with the lions

I'm still working

I'm still flying

I'm still tryna make it to zion

How many hours I work on my pen?

How many beats did I get to submit?

How many mixes I threw to the wind?

How many takes did it take to finally make it in?

The effort I gave to something I love

The shit on my plate that I had to juggle

I went and suffered

Put life on a buffer

Didn't make my first album til I was dead in the water

Treading but my pen got so much sharper

My goals got farther, all I could do was grind harder

I felt so like a clown

Couldn't tell which way was down

October when I drowned, right before my birthday I found

Come on, Maybe Momma was right inbound

1 2 3 4

Time knocking at your door

What are you training for?

5 6 7 8

Tell me was it worth the wait

Was it all just a bait?

Huh

Its back to the grind

Push all this doubt to the back of my mind

Like am I really just wasting my time?

Trying to get rich off of all of these rhymes

A tale that is old as the feeling of time

Givin a shape to collections of lines

All I wanted was somewhere shine

Is that really all? That's some stupid shit, that's not what I did this for

Nah

Nah listen

Alone, late nights

Atone, for my fights

I'm on, got gripes

I'm gone, my flight

Transform, night night

Came home, bye bye

So lost, where's eye?

I couldn't tell you I lost my

I lost myself to myself, I lost my mine/mind

Released an album but couldn't answer Who Am I

Comical ****, i had Issues upon issues

Using tissues as i rhymed

I missed the forest for the trees cause I had an axe to grind

1 2 3 4

Time knocking at your door

What are you training for?

5 6 7 8

Tell me was it worth the wait

Was it all just a bait?

Alright, well fuck it

I just gotta run it

Writing songs til my hands cripple from the couplets

And I prove that no one flippin' like that **** who was slummin'

I'm on 10, i'm on a hundred

I'm gon kill it Tell yo cousin

I got skill so heavy, every rapper's back would crumble

Every time I faced the struggle, came under fire

It rained and I perspired, everything that was required

If I was sane I would retire, but the beat plays and I play with fire

This is the beginning of me writing how i won

Hours into every beat and every bar

Move on, move on, every word that I heard encouraged me to swerve but I love it all too much

Touche to the god up above, and apart from the doves, i had to part from the drug of complacence

I keep with the pacing, grinding through all situations

1 2 3 4

Time knocking at your door

What are you training for?

5 6 7 8

Tell me was it worth the wait

Was it all just a bait?

And then what?

And then what?