Rebel with a reckless rhythm, ripping through the middle of a miserable minute

Rebel with a reckless rhythm, ripping through the middle of a miserable minute, Never been a little bit timid, I’m in it, committed, I pivot and finish the mission, I’m sick of the criticism, minimal vision from people who live for opinions, I’m built from the friction, the pressure, the struggle, the shit that was thrown in my system, I stumbled, recovered, discovered that under the rubble was something resilient, A stubborn-ass motherfucker with nothing to prove and a hunger that nobody’s killing, I’m flipping the script while I’m ripping the rhythm, accelerating every syllable, If they wanna label me difficult, give ’em a minute, I’ll make that label official, I don’t need their permission, predictions, approval, or pity to tell me I’m winning, I’m living it different, my limits are distant, I’m shifting the gears while I’m spitting, My focus is family, loyalty, freedom—the few things I genuinely cherish, sharingThe rest of that bullshit can vanish, I’m laughing and passing it back when they’re , I’ve been through enough to know pressure can turn you from brittle to steelL So give me the struggle, I’ll muscle through trouble and make that shit part of the deal