Yeah
It is the sound of the upgrade
Got the Gucci on the sock, but the boots still muddy and cracked
Try the foreign width, slow down the same or the road track
I'm a contradiction, you can't categorize, baby, I'm too real
Got a champagne paste and a hunger, you can see feelin' healin' heal
I don't need your approval, I already signed my own check
I came up from the bottom, climbin' over the rubble and neck to neck
Preach authenticity, but they buy they whole aesthetic
They measure success and filters, man, my shit is prosthetic
I'm raw, I'm uncut, I'm the real deal, baby, look at the proof
I could buy your whole catalog and then I buy your proof
I speak for the grinders, the ones who win against the grain
The ones who stood in the pouring flood and still survived the rain
Yeah, I still tip the waitress with a hundred dollar bill
Cause I remember the short straw to struggle on the heel
I keep my circles small, the loyalty is priceless and true
I'm not my private number, but I remember standing in the queue
The critics try to box me in, they try to dim my shine
But I'm too light, too heavy, too much of a perfect crime
I'm the blueprint for this self, made a testament to the will
You can take the kid out of the ghetto, but the ghetto's in him still
And you meant to defines, baby, hear me loud
I weigh the crown of the underground, right here above the crowd
I'm just a walking monument to defines, baby, hear me loud
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