own oppo

If she ain't got no hustle, better watch the way she talk to me, That's a red flag—one chance, ain't no apology. I ain't got time for the games, no flares, no sparklers, Came a long way from them days looking through binoculars. I ain't got time for the drop-ins, pockets getting raided, She all over me 'cause she heard that I'm a rapper, baby. I said, “Hold up—better build your own opportunity, I ain't here to fund a lifestyle, you need your own community.” Get your own money, get a job, go back to school, If we build together, then we both gotta bring the tools. I ain't buying somebody's dream while mine gets buried, I'm building something real—Back Road, vision carried. Lord is my witness, I'ma grind until I make it, Had to climb up from the bottom, every step I had to take it. That's why I started rhyming, had to rise up from the struggle, Turned the pain into a purpose, turned the hustle into muscle. I remember sitting outside them windowsills, Long nights, long days, remembering them jail cells. They said, “Damn, he really gonna make these records sell,” I said, “Watch me build it brick by brick until I ring the bell.” Talking music views? I don't care—I'm doing videos, Watch YouTube, stay tuned, you're gonna see me on the road. Back inside the studio, giving out this free game, Trying to teach the next one how to stay inside their lane. I make my own battles, I don't need somebody else's war, They wanted me to sandbag, I was stacking up the cheddar more. Now I'm in Wisconsin and I'm still playing with the cheese, Fans clapping up and down while the haters watching on their knees. Iron Cedar—yeah, I'm building something they can see, From the struggle to the studio, now I'm turning pain to green. I ain't waiting on permission, I'm creating my own weather, They wanted me to stay down—I got up and got my cheddar.