I’m spending every single fucking hour writing in the basement

Going over creative punchlines and dope cadences

Seeing what I can make of it and if it’s mediocre I’m erasing it

The mind of a writer never complacent

My pen is a tsunami bodying beats is a hobby

If a rapper talking sloppy, I’ll fold him like origami

Acknowledge me as possibly one of the best to do it

This is more than music I am writing a movement

I’m galvanizing the youth through the metronome

And if I miss the target, at least I’m hitting close to home

They think I’m only on some rappity rap shit

They said I need to throw some more swag in my adlibs

They claim that what I say is going over their head

Like Sara Jay’s leg when she’s getting pounded in the bed

But, I’m more than just a rapper I’m a vessel of hope

And I pouring myself in every single word that I wrote

All I do is put in work all I do is go berserk

All I do is push a pencil till my fucking hand hurts

All I do is give 100 and I go beyond the limit

And I didn’t come to lose I’m a motherfucking winner

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work

I’m doing music for the love of the art

And I didn’t come for the cash I wanna capture your heart

And I’m daydreaming in deep thought

Thinking about the time I wanted to restart…

My whole journey

That was foolish of me for thinking that I could be

Something different than destiny provided I was kind of naïve

I was yearning for a past that wouldn’t haunt me

Then I noticed that’s what molded me into a top-notch emcee

This is the reason why I keep a pen moving

Maneuvering through these blue lines and I’m improving…

With every waking moment see I’m growing as a poet

And my hope is that my composition would rival Beethoven

See, I’m shooting for a galaxy that’s beyond rap

I got love for Trap

But, I ain’t on that

I’m Chef Gordon when it comes to recording

I’m serving up that Soul Food Flow audio nourishment

All I do is put in work all I do is go berserk

All I do is push a pencil till my fucking hand hurts

All I do is give 100 and I go beyond the limit

And I didn’t come to lose I’m a motherfucking winner

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work

It was written for me to be victorious

And I’m a kick the door off the hinge word to Notorious, no more ignoring us

I write for all the people that yearn for lyricism

Everybody can hear it, but few choose to listen

Now the game is ran by these pseudo hipsters

Who didn’t know the culture and yet they’re trying to convince us

That taking pride in honing your craft isn’t commendable

You use a multi-syllable, chances are they’re condemning you

Saying some shit about being a lyricist is boring

And they wonder why we say the rap game isn’t rewarding

Half of the time I’ll craft an internal rhyme

That’ll bind like a knot tied and you’ll look at me like it’s alright

Man, please I had enough of this foolery

I refuse to coon it up and perpetuate buffoonery

If real is recognized, then I admit you look new to me

Only rapper you know that wouldn’t tuck in his jewelry

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work

All I do is put in work