(BOTD) Sometime

SOMETIME [VERSE 1] They said wait. I said wait for what? While the rent getting mean and the tank on E And I'm still in the booth making pain sound clean Got a head full of galaxies, feet in the weeds Whole world want a piece, ain't nobody plant seeds I learned real quick what a promise worth When the same damn mouths say your name then dirt So I quit looking outward for a hand or a sign Put the whole damn universe to work in my mind I ain't got time for the "one day" bullshit One day is where dead dreams go to sit I want blood in the bass, fingerprints in the rhyme Something somebody can feel when they press rewind See, patience ain't passive, it's pressure contained It's knowing you're dangerous and staying in your lane I been cooking in the dark, they just smelling the smoke Now they asking what I made Bitch, I made me from broke I got ghosts in the hallway and plans in the ceiling Old versions of myself still asking how I'm feeling Tell 'em, "Fuck how I feel, I'm concerned with what I build" You can drown inside emotion or you can sharpen up the will I done watched opportunities evaporate Watched people switch faces when they thought I wouldn't elevate Funny how they disappear when the cupboard ain't stocked Then magically got love when they hear the door knock Nah. Keep that same energy. I remember every silence Every unanswered call Every "maybe later" Every back against the wall Now I'm turning all that static into something with a pulse Put the pressure in the speaker till the motherfucker thumps Put the panic in the pattern, put the damage in the drums Put the hunger in the syllables until the fucking track runs I don't need applause I need room I need time I need one clean shot Then I'm taking what's mine And if the road gets ugly Good Let it get ugly I ain't built for pretty endings I'm built for fucking hungry [VERSE 2] See, I came from the corner where the almosts accumulate Where a dream gets talked about until the dream starts suffocating Where everybody knows your name But nobody knows the weight Of carrying a future that your present can't accommodate So I learned how to stretch seconds Make a minute feel enormous Turn a whisper into thunder Turn a warning into chorus I got rhythm in the wreckage Got a cadence in the cracks Got a whole damn resurrection Trying to crawl up through the tracks Every setback left a fingerprint Every failure left a phrase Every night I thought I lost it Put another spark inside the blaze I don't chase what ain't aligned I don't beg what won't remain I just build until the shit That wasn't mine forgets my name That's the difference. I ain't asking to be chosen. I'm becoming undeniable. I got doubt in the rearview But it can't catch up Got the past in the passenger seat And it can't shut up Every mile got a memory Every memory got weight Every weight became a weapon Every weapon got a name Now the pen got a pulse And the pulse got teeth And the teeth got a target And the target is me Not the person that I was Not the person that they knew I'm chasing down the version That I haven't fucking met yet That's the motherfucking difference. I ain't trying to prove I'm great. I'm trying to find out How far this thing can go Before the ceiling breaks. [VERSE 3] Maybe I was never late Maybe the clock was never mine Maybe every fucking detour Was a piece of the design Maybe every closed door Made me study how it locks Maybe every dead end Made me learn to pick the locks So fuck the clock. Let it tick. Let it talk. I'm still moving. I don't need the perfect moment I need movement in the moment I need friction in the function I need purpose in the motion I been digging through the dirt With a vision in my teeth While they measuring the distance I'm extending underneath Roots don't make announcements They just rupture through the ground Then the thing that looked invisible Is suddenly towering around That's how I'm coming. Quiet till I'm not. Patient till I'm dangerous. Focused till I forgot That I was ever supposed to ask For somebody else's spot I turned doubt into diction Turned pressure to precision Turned every contradiction Into fuel for the vision Now the rhythm got a heartbeat And the heartbeat got a hunger And the hunger got a voice And the voice keeps getting fucking louder I don't need them to understand it. I don't need them to believe. I just need enough time To become what I can see. So when they tell me, "It'll take some time," I don't flinch. I don't fold. I don't freeze. I just grin. Because time ain't taking shit from me. Time is working for me. [OUTRO] It gonna take some time... Yeah. I know. That's the whole fucking point. Some time... I'm still here. Still building. Still becoming. Still fucking dangerous. Let the clock run. I'm not running from it. I'm running with it.