[Intro]
Ya know
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately
It seems everyone is always tryna bring me down
Telling me I won’t make it, I should quit
Like since high school man
And to all those motha fuckin people
Since high school and even recently;
Guess what?
I’m still here!
[Verse]
Woo!
Yeah, I got my vision clear
Passion and Aeipathy is what got us here
My team behind me like the Cavaliers
I’m never gonna quit so don’t fear
Hop on stage and the fans all cheer
Can’t you hear?
The screams are likе Paul Revere
My lifе is what I steer
Fuck someone who thinks they can interfere
You hate me yet when I appear
You just seem to adhere
Working long nights as a cashier
So I can make music my career
Your doubt will be smeared
In your face with the bass as I kick it into a high gear
Chivalery is the one to persevere
And I won’t see ya on top a chandelier in the atmosphere
Cus I’ll take off and you’ll disappear!
And we don’t need no landing gear
I don’t need to be sincere
Cus I use hate and doubt as rocket fuel
And I got an alien brain
Yet you think there’s still space
Between me and the game
But you don’t even know how to play
Or what words to say
I talk with coquet
I’m gonna have to make it
All these rhymes in my cache can’t go to waste
10,000 hours, I can almost taste
Life is a race and I ain’t gonna take second place
If you ain’t first, your last
And last is so far away
It has light year long interface
There’s no tension in my workplace
Cus I got water mixed with oil in a glass vase
Let’s just say
It’s impossible for me to be a disgrace
When I just outpace
My songs get bigger and bigger like upper case
And James just got me a pair of cool J’s
I’m like a wraith
To any motha fucka that doubts my ways
Cus I’ve been working hard on this since eighth grade
Don’t need a ghostwriter, when you have the accolades
All those nights to God I prayed
Then my path had been displayed
I looked at it as my diss played
Critics were the best thing to invade
My mind so I could blow up like a grenade
So thank you cus you made me this way
And fuck a certain lane
I just might swerve in all of them
Like a drunk driver off of Champagne
After they heard my next album is already being made
And if rap is a religion, then shit I have faith
Even all the bull shit, doubt, and hate
I’m still fucking here!
In my music I’ve always staid/stayed
Cut the charades
Cus Chivalery has been the name
For over a year and I’ve already been weighed
In to the main
Don’t need a band aid when I buried the blade with a spade
And I’m feeling fresh like Glade
So stop bugging me about wanting fame
I’m a bout to get the raid
But my team is a blockade
And you’ll be buffeted
Then clean the plate with the cascade
Of success
Yeah
You play checkers, I play chess
Just because I’m not overwhelmed by press
Doesn’t mean I won’t address
All the hate and fakes
All that I’ve done since 17 isn’t worth shit
Then what the fuck do you call progress?
And I can out guess you of the talent I possess
How can I be bougie when I underdress?
Cheap clothes then my Nike’s which are fresh
Clean laces and that mesh
But I don’t need that when I’m stellar in the flesh
Anytime I work less, I get stress
So I hope on a beat and be aggress
To clear out that brain mess
Listen to the track I made
And then press send
Then finesse another in like 60 secs
My heavy problems, I bench press
And I have the strength to do it from Chester, Mark, Nate, Em, and Malcom X
So thanks to them
And I’m still fucking here, bitch
