[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]