Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Deevy
Songwriter
Andrew Cusumano
Songwriter
Lyrics
People wanna copy
And they think my raps a hobby
So I'm dying to get rich
I might buy a red Ferrari
And they plotting on my name
Yeah they thinking how to top me
But I made my own path
Sending jabs like I am Rocky
So I might just knock em out
As I jump into the crowd
Cause the people from all over
Yeah they love to hear my sound
And they feeling on my style
Haters look like in denial
Bet it's cozy at the top
I might chill there for awhile
I'm a parent to the game
Treat it like my child
Know that times are getting tough
Would it kill you just to smile
Stack my dreams all in a pile
Pray for sunlight in the rain
Thankful God put me through trials
Cause He knew I had to train
Every time they hear my talent
I hear cheers like a parade
You see the money and the power
Are a double sided blade
Getting stronger
Getting smarter
Speak the truth I have no shame
I won't stop until we got it all
Cause Modest is the name
Since a young age
I was taught what it takes to be at the top
Consistency
Integrity
And giving everything that you do, all of you
So this is really special to me
And I really do see that there is beauty in the struggle
And light on the other side
So let's get it
Come and vibe
And spend some time
Just trying to chill cause I've been chasing bands my whole life
Success ain't free you know it comes with the sacrifice
I'll live forever I'm eternal in this afterlife
I'm doing this for all the little kids who up at night
Thinking bout the future praying everything turns out alright
Damn
They don't understand
Yeah they said the world is mine
And so I'll shape in my hands
But yeah I rather take the stairs
I ain't ever care
Cause I heard
There's beauty in the struggle
So I rather live on humble
Even if that means I gotta bleed
And work toward a never-ending struggle
I put these words together
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Explosive like a gun
You know I'm taking off the muzzle
I'm getting in my zone
Digging deeper through the tunnel
Flexing on my peers
As I conquer all my fears
As I use my new flow
I'm looking like a pioneer
And I wonder if they'll laugh
When they see me on premiere
I'm way better off without you
But I wish that you were here
Writer(s): William Deevy
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