Everyday struggle is the truth man Small chances are falling in and out of the right hand Any day might be one that I land But it seems like it’s becoming less of the truth man Records coming out that sound like nothing People buying it thinking that it’s something Worthwhile, but it doesn’t deserve a reaction Marketed as mainstay, really a distraction Marketed as talented, really just a fraction Of others, nothing like me and my brothers All the theatrics and unseen covers up the real All these lazy kids just looking for a deal But I take all that and crush it under heel No, wait, tell how you really feel I feel restless I wanna be seen like a star, but really Hesperus MCs that don’t know me, I leave them breathless Ambidextrous, I put in work Don’t need to confess this Polite in hallways, but on beats, I’m reckless You know this, you notice I’m different I’m no English major but I leave writers quivering Because I’m always delivering what I deem to be rigorous to my mind Or philosophically magnificent I’m diligent with rhymes because my voice is my instrument

Flipping out a verse like I do this for a living And I still got bars in reserve like they stacked up to the ceiling And you know they golden, but there’s some cash I’m trying to reel in But there’s nothing I would trade for or buy instead of this feeling In my lines, I capture my feelings like Kodak photo And none of my foes know anything about how this boat row These lines on sale in Soho; hand crafted overlooked like Ben Wallace going undrafted I’m 6’2 so these measures been drastic These pleasures be plastic They lines mastic Bro I SnapBack like the cap or elastic Trying to make my own expression of a classic You know, grow something new like the bars going Jurassic Until I’m lowered in the casket But I’m stuck in high traffic I flip samples like gymnastics This boy is bombastic If you ain’t got no shot, it’s better to pass it I got that soul in me (x3) Or so I’ve been told I got that soul in me (x2) Don’t need to say it cause I already know Drew a picture of my future on the first tape Now there’s nothing left to lose except for the colour and the shape Your version of real is inhaling vapes Stop pulling on my cape Got a metaphorical superpower If when life hits you, all you do is escape Let’s pull it back to undrape Yo, these other rappers weak They think acting out is a feat This ain’t 21 Jump Street I got ahead so I could get you a front row seat Guess the show is on cause I was working while you trying to sleep You know we out here cause we kick through the cacophony We make y’all question yo beliefs like biology class I burn through verses real fast Man, none of these pages will last Been killing it ever since I got outta that leg cast (come on) Bust it out just to pull it through Been making moves, now I gotta crew Something innocent about it, but I wouldn’t doubt it As a Matter of fact, in the future, you can label it Proulx Same way you label it true Same way that make you go woo Gonna move units in Cleveland and Boston like Uncle Drew

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Making all this music, that’s my interest Grew this craft from the ground up, I’m a natural like citrus Y’all know this delicious I get back into fitness so I can lap y’all with the quickness Testing y’all scientifically with the litmus I wanna start a business, but being happy about it might look suspicious I stand corrected with the baggy fit Everything slump when I sit I can turn a fart into a 90 second skit Never got high or fought, I’m never taking hits I know that I got people tossing they albums into fire pits I got MCs that been doing it way longer throwing fits we ain’t got your shootings, but I can say that things are gritty I can look at my fiancé and say that she looking pretty I’m making orchestral numbers outta nothing but the keys of MIDI This music so potent that my homies getting a little tipsy (screwdriver skinny) Don’t want em to miss this Never wanna dismiss But my enemies fistless So I gotta hit him with the citrus (x2) All these things surrounding me could be my poison It seems like everybody wants you just to keep your noise in But screw it, Imma let it out Never smoked or toked or did some coke Cause I don’t look for dead ends, I’ll be on a different route East side is my place but my grrl gonna represent the south I be trying to reel you in so watch out, you might be the trout It’s been explained as the changing of the season Then why are the nights hot and the days are always freezing? Feeling like I’m locked out of the Garden of Eden While my depression deepen; I’m the deacon of my own depletion I feel lonely in my passion, that’s why I’m never speaking His light’s a beacon to my region, cause it scares off my demons But what’s the meaning of this? That’s a fantastic question My confession of aimlessness allowed him to point to a profession But not obsession Lemons into lemonade, feel it in my blood, but never dismayed Push that volume up, even though we all gotta fade But y’all pulling a LeBron? Drinking that just to get paid Notice that when it goes down, it’s tart like a grapefruit Bittersweet, put the art first, never sacrifice the truth

I’m sick of wishing for a better day You might wanna see me differently but I ain’t here to play I’m looking way cuter than Jack Black in a bow tie Feeling like a Cancer, though some say I’m a Gemini But no stars define me Never need a ally Find me in the middle of the field, I’m yelling banzai Rocking on that lo-fi Kicking all the doors in Find me leg extended with my tongue out like I’m Jordan Find me at yo Good Will Sorting through ya hand-me-downs Brewing this music in my mind, I don’t need no coffee grounds Truly a disaster I’ve been making asters Multiply my blessings, got from the pastor Weather forecaster Y’all try to cover up like plaster Only problem is that I’ve been working so that I can get it faster On fire like Jimi’s Stratocaster Actually play instruments so I’m more than just a rapper Built from the ground up Might go Tyler with the shirt tuck Stop it, I might pop a soda bottle cause I’m high on life (shucks) Guess I put a front up I’m stuck in the present while y’all pop stuck in the 80’s How’s that working lately? I’ll be here sipping on some Bailey’s This verse is a hobby, still got a clear head like Bobby When I’m unstable, I dream bout naming a gun Tommy Or knowing karate I got you sweating already, don’t need no Molly One day I’m in San Fran stunting on the trolley But I’m not sulking like I’m Culkin, Macaulay I ain’t blow my shot yet Nobody ain’t gimme one, so I’m taking the outlet I’m not gonna stop until I’m riding in that sunset What happens from there? I don’t know man Let’s test it But I’m never on my own like Brexit Rather build a studio for the homies instead of copping a Lexus It’s all about progression Make this my profession Rather make my girl happy than get caught in habits That ain’t gonna do me no good Study up on my morals Just like a philosopher should Quizzing bout what really matters Sure ain’t making pockets fatter Speaking of the 80’s, you know what would be radder? Coming together and making music out of a good heart I’m only a single cog in a machine, I’m just doing my part So think about what you’re putting that shopping cart Cause it’s not just entertainment, it’s a work of art It’s okay to rethink things, let’s take it from the start Allow me to introduce myself properly: Step2It Since a second ago you knew it So let’s power through it boldly cause there ain’t nobody stopping me By the end of this, the only number to compare me to is 23 A hero of mine once said (“i have a dream”) So I’m following mine passionately If you uncultured, maybe I'm the best you ever seen LP know exactly what I mean And I don't mean to come off hard like that Sometimes I put myself above to come off hard like that The situation's grim, somebody's reaping It's that time of the season, time to shine like sequins I run out of reasons to keep my lines sequenced Because how could I ever truthfully say that I plan out these feelings? How could I raise my roof even though I don't have no ceiling? I be at home when I'm on my beats just reeling off bars I smash rhythms like clay jars I know that grammar don't matter Because if it don't make me who I are, I discard I keep it straight, I don't got lying in my cards Unless I got provision in my decision to reap my rewards In that case, I'd like to kick it with Nardwuar Probably leave a 7-inch in the back of my car I say this because my mind is forever scarred by these thoughts I once fought when my feelings were so distraught Bought this dream catcher cause nightmares were all I caught

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Been around for a minute, but you wouldn’t know Kickin back in my Blue Jays fitted, now it’s time to go Been cruisin’ since the honour roll Flipping and kicking and busting out the windows Been doing what I can with the light that the sun bestows It’s hard when you’re stuck here Winnipeg seems like a good place for racketeers It’s the North Pole half the year Ain’t nobody gonna wanna come here in February I don’t mind the cold, I stay inside stacking up my vocabulary Flicking the wrist like a free throw LeBron can’t compete with these bars doe He’d hit the Snap to jam out to this verse I better rehearse this That ain’t a sneak diss I don’t play with that stuff, I only wrote this Just give a second Waiting for all my L’s to turn into 7’s Doubled up and lowered, might turn into 11 if I’m selling Might sound like a reverend But I know that man, I gotta get it, that’s fo sho Will I ever get it, I don’t know Thinking this is it isn’t wrong But taking it back isn’t the clearest way to attack if you never learn Watch the American flag while it burns It was 21 years ago Why the world had to do that? Man, I don’t know Feels like it started 21 years ago, oh But when I talk to the world, they throw my words at my face When I talk to the world, they put me back in my place When I talk to the world, they throw my words at my face I’ve never been one to bring other people down But I can admit that I’ve cowered at the sound of a pronoun I’m Amelia at heart cause when I’m lost, I’m never found I could stand to lose a pound or two, but I never announce it aloud I make eyebrows raise cause that means I’m making you think Or at least that’s the vibe it gives off Cause when the flow this hard, all the beats looking soft But there ain’t no need to scoff at me, bruh I never meant to put a word in, didn’t even pay the fee Every message sent, I hope you hit that subject with a Re: Value experiences over money or a degree Seen people never have the opportunities that I got Whether that’s because of the funds, the fam, or the sound of a gunshot Seconds turn into things I could never count I feel it too but I know I’ll never know what your struggle about So I kept my thoughts to myself As per usual, I kept my heart on the shelf I know that getting this shit out is a part of good health You seem so good at it, I wanna be too, but I hope this feelings are felt

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Ripping off these flows gets monotonous I ain’t never been preposterous Get on my glow like phosphorus Cause Imma make this music prosperous I wanted to do this my whole life Never been walking, always had strife Never talk about it, but the pain is rife Wish this people struggling wouldn’t choose the knife But I still pray for em doe Always been ready to start from the word go The Lord know that I been harping on the status quo Cause it hit an all time low No, I’m not a fan Staying savvy cause I can I don’t know where you been picking this up, but it’s coming up again Yes, I go against the grain That stuff never give me pain Never staying in my lane Over top of things like a crane arm Eat up like it’s chicken parm Heat up like a smoke alarm Glo up like I got the charm Pull up like I got the form Hold up like my music playing in your dorm Stick up like my guns are getting warm Let me take the jacket off now My boys about to bring the swarm No, my homies ain’t the norm Under pressure, we perform We go hard to transform We about to bring the storm This the last time Imma warn Sick of it never, I work through the weather I pull on the lever, I get it together My veins never sever, my pain in a letter I always get better and no one can fetter This music I make is my passion And if you doubt that, then you doubting in fashion Cause Imma show dedication to prove that I can make it Never fake it, I don’t wanna be remembered as forever understated Forever overrated or forever unrelated I’m fully motivated to never be devastated I feel only the soul Just wore out my new shoes If that was funny to you, then you might be my muse I was whispering alone In a bathroom stall I could spill out my contents and then run away from it all But I stare at the wall Pray to God I don't fall I'll do anything to upgrade to a sprint from a crawl Cause I notice the sky I discover its hue I move to the music pumping in my ears and to the tune Was this timing too soon? As if I was the moon? Or could I be the sun? Running out of my truth Mentally created booth Selling off my own sanity Like it was antique furniture, you can keep it at home Cause that's where I'm goin roam I'm all up in my zone The beats knocking my bones So hard that foxes be setting fires Cause I rock Google Chrome I'll never be alone Unless when I get in the casket and realize I forgot to bring my phone

I don’t think you get it Dropped a rap album on the side Made 2K like Bob Pettit Guess it makes sense On a diet so I started getting lettuce Unlike Jaden, I don’t use the word menace 204 on the plates So ya better match up Burn a beat with an 8 cylinder Made a tape without an 808 drum Made projects on the weekend Went to school to get my brain numb I choose to overcome Even if they don’t know where I came from get down to Rhodes chords or the sound of a guitar strum Fad rappers be the next Dante Exum Every single track ya drop is straight bubblegum Every single track I drop is straight red rum Every single track I drop is a rule of thumb Nothing else to sum up there so come up here before you start talking like a sugar plum Get some or you take some Made 500 beats just to find 10 that’ll break ya I get it how I live it if I got the income Making bonfires, guess that’s how my day run I ain’t goin go against myself just for a pay stub Making a living isn’t as easy as you thought it was So anybody who doesn’t get it can go shave off they peach fuzz Cause Imma use my smarts to spread from here to Los Angeles Returning like Devin Hester, I like to make subtle gestures I value musical taste, but I don’t want to be your taste tester Let your own ideas fester in your mind Wanna make this a living? might as well rewind Russian in the French but my head is thinking Finnish Visual stunner, all my enemies looking swinish Harry told me not to, but I’m snitching in this Quidditch Never get the goal, but I always find the finish Shoutout to Quelle, quinoa and the filet Always serving food for thought and this might be your entree Rappers think it’s all about the game like it’s some croquet But we couldn’t be further way from the truth; Bombay If I ain’t in class, then you can catch me in the hallway Sometimes I wish there were some things that I could unsay I got regrets that I cover up well And being vulnerable isn’t the easiest thing to sell But I’m here for every single time those personal walls fell We’re all only as strong as we come off, that’s too real I got some money in my pocket, that’s for certain I used to have none, but that was when I wasn’t working Underneath my skin, man, I can feel those problems lurking I realize that all my thoughts can sometimes be a burden If I was celebrity, you might find this scandalous Maybe my thoughts will one day end up in Los Angeles Don’t call me arrogant Don’t have the attitude of a pharaoh Meant to give you a more accurate measurement Though I’m not heaven-sent, I could be on the same stage As David Letterman; it’s in my emotional strength To always be better than my competition Wish y’all would really listen I’m out here ballin And every shot is swishing If you wondering how to get so nice with the flow Ripping it, kicking it, killing it, hitting it; maybe you’ll never know I’m not the one who’s gonna hit that gin I’ve been around since Pinkerton Was getting thrown in to bargain bins Theneedledrop gonna rate dis 7 outta 10 Remind me, that was supposed to matter, when? Why am I supposed to defend? Cause I feel like I’m in it I never break, but I can bend Make enemies in a minute That’s right, my flow is infinite Galaxies made of double entendres Got too much ambition to wind up like Mario Chalmers I gotta get it started, gotta open up the throttle Groundbreaker, beat maker, philosopher like Aristotle I got ambitions to live off my passion like DeMar does Maybe me and him can chill one day in LA; Los Angeles