Give me some space, I need some room I'm trapped in a box, I'm trying to break

through Got a lot of dreams that I have to pursue

Y'all can just stay here, stuck like glue The only way out is through the roof

And who gives a fuck if they approve Yeah, who gives a fuck if they approve

I'ma be the one to get it Pushing myself to the limit

Try to make the most out of my existence This shit comes with a cost, I hope I can

pay the expenses Since day one, my fam knew I was different

They knew I was gifted I just hope when I make it to the top

They don't show any resentment for the life that I'll be living

Or the public image that I'll withhold Wonder if I'll make it to the top, will I

have to sell my soul

I don't know, I only hope I can remain in control

Yeah, I know the shit I be talking's a little bit bold

For a rapper that's unknown But I've been looking for my spot for a long

time Yeah, man, I've been on patrol

I'm waiting for the ones that are lost in the sauce to slip on their own spaghettios

I'm aware the cards have been dealt, and I'm not gonna fold

The combination of blood, sweat, and tears produces gold

My time will come, and when it does, they'll be kneeling at my throne

So, give me some space, I need some room I'm trapped in a box, I'm trying to break through

Got a lot of dreams that I have to pursue Y'all can just stay here stuck like glue

The only way out is through the roof And who gives a fuck if they approve

Yeah, who gives a fuck if they approve

Give me some space, I need some room I'm trapped in a box, I'm trying to break

Through Got a lot of dreams that I have to pursue

Ya'll can just stay here stuck like glue The only way out is through the roof

And who gives a fuck if they approve

Yeah, who gives a fuck if they approve

Fuck the trailer I lived in the shack 8 by 12 as a matter of fact

Told myself I can't look back Even though those were the best times I had

Working 65 hours a week While going to my culinary class

Then stay up till 3am Freestyling, writing a rap pad

That's a lot to do in one week Workaholic, I don't sleep

Through these walls I have to breach Dough is something that I knead

Been broke since I was a seed In between my father's testes

I've been through it all so please, don't test me

I think it's my time The stars must have aligned

No longer feeling confined Feel that hunger, that drive

People label everything Well, I want to be redefined

Needed some room to grow So I could leave some things behind

Truth

Give me some space, I need some room I'm trapped in a box, I'm trying to break

through Got a lot of dreams that I have to pursue

Yall can just stay here stuck like glue The only way out is through the roof

And who gives a fuck if they approve

Yeah, who gives a fuck if they approve

Ight

I'm done