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Undeniable, 2026

It's a given, man, the moniker is Ol' Reliable

It's always viable, soul still unbuyable

Certain shit I'll never do that's unjustifiable

Still gettin' by, at the core, I'm still a Derry kid

Still makeshift independent, call it jerry-rigged

Every verse Jerry slid

I was reminiscin' on the TRIIIBE

Look what Jerry, Smid, Rock, Cheeky, Fred, and Ryan Perry did

More than just a make-believe

Used to tell 'em, "Wait and see," on the cusp of breakin' free

Dropped the breakfast album, now I might open a bakery

Indulgin' in the fruits of my labor, that's why I shake the tree

I'll give you sweet and savory

Been tryna pop for a decade, ain't it clear? There's no deflatin' me

And that's the only way to be

Seventeen, I was tryna ball, but Coach Krzyzewski wasn't playin' me

Powered through the strong doubt

Watched the way the ball bounce, every play, it all counts

Covered every single square foot inside this small town

Love to everyone who's reachin' out when I would fall down

Obsessed with the repetition

I woulda quit a long time ago if I did this shit for the status and recognition

Seen some artist build and I went in some demolition shit

If you look up "dog," you'll see my name in the definition

And for the first time ever, I'm kinda just practicing, you know?

And I'm tryna, like, just master the art of making music

Part of gettin' older is makin' peace with less control

Internet is filled with the best of trolls

I'm droppin' my testicles and makin' new sets of goals

They tell me that I'm buggin', fuck it, call up the pest control

We've normalized the things that should be deemed unacceptable

We feelin' susceptible and constantly skeptical

This sugarcoated algorithm's lackin' the vegetables

Tried to get it from the source but couldn't find one that's credible, fuck

So I'ma use it as another year to do good

And doin' the shit you said that you would

And if you miss the mark, have some grace with yourself and say that you good

'Cause if it ain't you, then tell me who would

Type of self belief I had, you couldn't buy enough

Scared to look back and say I didn't try enough

Disregardn' what they shout from the stands

They up in arms, pointin' fingers, but that's out of my hands

Stickin' to the plan

(You know, this is where I really grind out of every day)

(I wake up on this bed that you can't see)

Yeah, you know the jam

(And when I get up, I throw on these headphones

They're sixty-dollar headphones, throw on Logic

We got Logic for two hundred bucks

You can probably pirate it, I don't suggest that

That's what I do, you know?

S-let's put some work in)