Had to step up to the plate so I could show all the people all the skills That I had to hide
Then I went and got a bat and saw the ball coming fast so I swung and made it back to home in time

I saw that ball come, I knocked it out the park
All these metaphors come together, make a part
Everybody thinks I rap but I’m an artist I just don’t really see where I’m making any art

What I’m really tryna say is y’all doubted me
Y’all may wanna hate, but my mama proud of me
All the reals switched up, but it’s just wild to me
Y’all don’t wanna see the star that I’m about to be

Had to step up my game
I’m just focused on me y’all just focused on fame
Had to much on my plate
Y’all just wanna lame and it messed with my brain

My mentality’s just gonna stay the same
All the reals in my life woulda stayed, they changed
All the reals in my life they were made the fakes
Then the snitches went snitching, we played the jakes

Had to step up my game
Had to step up to the plate
Cause I think I’m on now
But that fame ain’t gonna change
How I focus on my grind
And how I focus on my rhythms
And my rhymes in the stu
And how I’m stuck writing my lines

Everything mentally
Is focused on memories
With the people who were meant to be
Sitting by my side but that’s a memory

And mentally
Why can’t y’all just let me be
And let me breathe

I’m just focused on me
So just focus on you
But your focused on me
And I don’t know what to do

So I’m stepping up my game
And my name So
I had to step up to the plate
So I could show all the people
All the skills that I had to hide

Then I went and got a bat and saw the ball coming fast so I swung and I made it back to home in time
I saw the ball come I knocked it out the park
All these metaphors come together make a part
Everybody thinks that I rap but I’m an artist I just really don’t see where I’m making any art

Y’all don’t wanna see a star
But I’m already going far
Like another year or 2
And I’ll be driving foreign cars

And I’ll still be in the Stu
Riding beats and going hard
But for now I’m in my room
Finding beats and writing bars

Everybody starts somewhere
I just wanna be up there
And they’re gonna say it’s unfair
So they’ll try to take me under

So I’m stepping up my game
And I’m stepping up my name
And I’m focused on my grind
I’m not focused on the fame

Once I got the money made
That’s when everybody changed
And they all switched up
Started being all the fakes
So I gotta keep an eye
On the people that are close
And they say they’re gonna ride
Then they all get to close

Try to take what’s mine
Try copy my flows
Take my rhythms and my rhymes
Try to copy all my notes

Why can’t y’all let me be
And just leave me alone

I’ve been on my grind since like day one
Riding with the reals but all along they’ve been the fake ones
I’ve been on my grind in the Stu this is take one
I had to get a bat and step up so I could make one

Had to step up to the plate so I could show all the people all the skills That I had to hide
Then I went and got a bat and saw the ball coming fast so I swung and made it back to home in time

I saw that ball come, I knocked it out the park
All these metaphors come together, make a part
Everybody thinks I rap but I’m an artist I just don’t really see where I’m making any art