This song represents proceeding with the mission with utmost confidence.
lyrics
I’m an artist but believe I’m a fan
A beat in my hand to succeed with my Fam
Minding my grind at least that’s the plan
Till they finding my rhyme in the streets of Japan.
came up on food stamps and government cheese
So only the true champs can fuck with my Steez
grew up a poor person broke with no hope
That’s why I pour bourbon, coke and smoke dope.

they say I’m strange cause the way that I speak
ain’t shit changed but the day of week
I’m in Nukes top-five so they say I’m unique
Cause EVPs is the way that theyr’e playin’ this beat
a bunch of smoke and mysterious blurs
curious nerds hearing delirious words
in a haunted house on the back of the street
I’m wrapped in a sheet. a ghost trapped in a beat

I’m living what I rap I rap what I’m living
Not making my living from rap or making rap for my livin’
Attacking the wack cause raps my religion
Attracting a clap from the rap that I’m givin
hold up. Wait a damn minute...
I got so many bars had to close the pandemic.
..I know it’s bogus. If you and your man’s in it!
Your circle is dog shit! I ain’t tryin to stand in it!
bad actors just rehearsing a roll
could step on my lyrics and not kick a verse from the soul
My rhymes stick around like a pile of debt does
And bring it to your grill like the smile direct club
They say I’m not real. I’m a mythical creature
Reachin’ from beyond just to rip this whole feature
Like ghosts of your past that you have to defeat
I’m Not a real person I’m just trapped in a beat