I often ask myself, “do I have what it takes?”
And to this day I never truly know

Uh
It’s a quarter past 5 in the morning
My rhymes I’ve been pouring
Birds chime, I’ve been going since 9
That’s my 9-5, no signs of slowing down
My time, no it ain’t right now
But it’s climbing into view
Cuz the lime light’s sour if you tower too soon
Let the fruits of my life ripen underneath the moon
Spit the seeds of my craft, let ‘em blossom and bloom
Keep the pain in my verse and save it all for the booth
Send these bars to the hearse but whip around in the coupe
And leave the birds on read claiming their someone I knew
Cuz if the days get worse, I can turn to the crew
And if I got spare time catch me back in the stu

That’s fuckin’ real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement

Uh, yeah
I’m just a kid in a basement
There isn’t no replacement
I spit it like it’s raining
A hurricane of phrasing
Ain’t no eye of the storm, just the eye of the tiger
Cuz when my life is getting rocky I add fuel to the fire
I aspire from messiahs that graced a mic and inspired entire generations
To seek a higher level and never settle
Write from my mental, I tire pencils
Desire central to the prior metaphor
I keep getting more higher than before
I just let the door fly off the hinges and some more
With these flows you just can’t ignore
Can he keep going? That’s for sure
I has to blow
The grass has grown greener on my patch of rap’s arena
The rats are getting keener
But you can’t surpass a dreamer like me
Keep the reefer pipe clean
But I get higher than the rest with just the bless of my dreams
Ain’t a mess behind scenes
But I’m pressed for time
Please dear god, gimme will while I write these rhyme schemes

That’s real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement

Uh
Imma try and flip the game like recipocal
State of mind ain’t typical
Pivotal visuals flooding my brain like biblical holy waters
I’m growing stronger with every thought I ponder
Late night my mind wonders
Imaginary honours I’m accepting
I conjure up all these blessings
Should be sleeping but deep in my mind I’m on the stage expressing my gratitude
To friends and family who helped me live a life that I ain’t live yet
Now that’s a true definition of a dreamer
Never switching on ‘em either
Ever since I saw it deeper in myself, I’ve drawn eager
Clawed nearer to my visions
Tall cedars in the business
All leaders and all teachers for when I listen
And now I’m spittin’ the illest of rhymes
Feeling sublime
See you at the finishing line
Cuz I’m the tortoise and I’m taking my time
You the hare always jumping to conclusions
And falling off your shit like how the Icecaps moving

Uh
That’s real, raw, dedication
This world be what I’m facin’
But I’m just a kid in a basement
Uh
Now that’s real, raw, dedication
I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’
But I’m just a
Uh
I’m just a kid in a basement

And so when I ask myself, “do I have what it takes?”
I simply reply: “I have the dedication”