It’s funny how I view a lot of dudes in the game
You might got the juice for now, but you Minute-Made
Watch your buzz grow for a year tops, and then it fades
So I ain’t really into fame, guess you have them to blame
Say I can’t penetrate the market unless I’m in a lane
Logic is sound, but see I’m comin’ with a logical sound
So you can put away the boxes for now
I’m here to provide oxygen now to a game in need of a breath of fresh air
Meetin’ me with a death stare
Scenery is a mess and I’m tryin’ to interject
So I’m askin’ “How do I get there?”
And every time I think I’m on my way the steps increase like a fresh pair
So I’m climbin’ the stairs, thinkin’ bout those childhood years when I was just tryna do anything, hopin’ my idols would care
But now I leave all the judgment up to the man in the mirror, yeah
Drinkin’ whiskey on my balcony, look out and observe, see a world movin’ without a me
Thirstin’ for a taste but seen there ain’t a single spout for me
Ain’t askin’ you to pout for me, just please withhold your doubt for me
I’m here to stay, don’t you ever think I’m visitin’
I been a lot of shit but almost never been indifferent
The dividends are fleeting but the love is so consistent
I was struck by Cupid with a backwards-fitted and a mic, some headphones, shit, what an image
Got a little older, was time to make some decisions
Visions plus ambitions that equals a damn mission
Man, listen, you ain’t stoppin’ this kid from Hell’s Kitchen, for real