Lyrics

I'm a professional, so
I gotta get through it, ha

It's so bizarre, thinking of all my close-but-no-cigars
Wrote some of the dopest bars, hoping to be a global star
Chauffeur drove the car from LaGuardia to the Algonquin
I'm in the backseat like, is this a malfunction
Can't believe I made it here, simply from line-punching
Public transit vehicles honking, I'm in the stomping
Grounds of some of the most legendary emcees
Where rapping is just as common as American cheese
Next year, I'm shoulder to shoulder with Fat Joe, I'm that close
Freestyle cipher, where the producer hit me back like, yo
Crack was in the elevator going crazy
He was amazed with you, in that cipher, the way you moved
Well dang, he should've hollered at ya boy and made it do what it do
But he blew a chance to sign Slim Shady, too
A major fumble, stayed humble, despite the fact
My style is wild as clouded leopards, found in the Malaysian jungle
On the phone with Nate Barrino, that's Fantasia's uncle
Wanted to sign me to Barrino Records, but the label crumbled
That's a couple times I've been at the goal line
But that 70's Steel Curtain stuffed me both times
O-Line faced a defense whose stature was bovine
It's a slow grind, even with a Chuck D. co-sign
Dope rhymes don't always equal showtime and even though I'm
Considered to be out of my prime, I still blow minds like
Reggie Noble, with deadly vocals, I'm very hopeful
You see me as local, in my head I'm already global
Do they realize how long I've been the underdog for
If life is Canelo, I'm Bud Crawford
Problems become much smaller when you give em to God
So, this Sunday, I'm 'bout to bum rush the altar
Thought of my granddaughter, as me and this beat was doing the Salsa
Here's some wisdom I can offer her
Yeah, I've had the option to quit and throw fits
But I'm trained for long distance, focus and persistence
Ask any bodybuilder, they won't tell you no different
Growth is contingent on resistance, so when I finally get it
I'll hold on to it tighter than En Vogue
I know God's gon' give it to me a hundred and tenfold
I'mma keep it a pinto, I put this on my lymph nodes
Saying something instrumental over instrumentals
That, I was meant for, kinfolk, I been cold
It's that simple

Honey Bake
Pop-Pop used to be a beast on that microphone, haha
I still am, baby girl, I still am