[Verse 1] Open up a new bag of tricks New vault of flow for my new [?] spit All I wanted in life to hold plaques Never had the pro league [?] I'm too skinny anyway Might rip a quad trying to jump for [?] First bars I wrote to make songs I'm too grown to be young and say that I'm just speeding Learning my [?] dress code and breath control Acquired rules of rap dudes Show me how to move in the booth and [?] A fourth grade cla** was group We used to all make up steps bang a desk Part of my foundation and root Now I'm hitting the stride like marathon [Hook] I want off the bench Like a starter on a court Trying to win a ring that can not be bought I want world cup I want the trophies I want the race cars I want the rings I want the jersey I want the shoe deal I want the cool meals I want all of it [Verse 2] The raps and reports I record Even if my block right and my stock rising Spent years on the bench in background Seeing how the game works Out of sight plain shirts Get the cake It's how I learned to make the phrase turn Fresh fit for my first session The army ideology and I dressed Me and my two friends and my records Cause if me the beat I'm sketching On the spot like phony arrest Snatched up with rap that I wrote on my desk From the Edison High alumni you and I Getting my degrees and letters and lines It's a fine art to rhyme hard Might not have it in you spine chord [Hook]