Breakthrough Lyrics

Yeah

I can feel it

The breakthrough is coming

Let's go

I'm sitting at the desk they gave me

I'm straight putting in a solid 8 on the daily

This is why I went to school so I can make these

Executives richer for whatever they pay me?

Staring at these screens I got a hard time focusing

I can't keep the cubicle walls from closing in

They're piling up all this weight I've been shouldering

I'm about to dip the fuck out with no one noticing

Grabbing a cold one, here hold this shit

So I can post up like on a box of Golden Crisp

Guess a career change might be what the motive is

I told my fam and now they're acting like I'm growing tits holy shit

Hey ma, don't deny you birthed a rap star

But when I visit you I'll keep searching for where the snacks are

I'm out here scaling down rappers like black bars

They're all bent out of shape 'cause they're looking like crash cars

The bank took my whip for not paying in time

Thanks a lot, next sequester I'll be 35

On the hunt to get that money right

Bowling ball in hand hoping for that lucky strike

I'm just waiting for my breakthrough

On the…on the

On the grind

Matter of time until I came through

I'm in a league of my own dimension, the big boss

'Cause I'm the male version of Dottie Hinson, hitting bombs

Pitchers stay out in the pen 'cause they'll never be ready

I'm swinging it heavy while carbing up on Betty Spaghetti

It's a machete I'm holding when I clear the path

I'm the fucking mower deck and you're a plot of grass

Building power and brute strength bro, feeding the beast

It's all in my own hands I don't leave it to priests

I grab the bar with some 45s loaded out the gate

Took your one rep max made it my warmup weight

I'll introduce you to the grown-up state, I'm skull crushing

Arms bulging out like hell, the blood pumping

I'm coming like Arnold Schwarzenegger clips

The body's getting hard like it was made of bricks

I got a strength of mind 'cause there's no escaping the pain

You just added water weight and then mistake it for gains, heh

How's that? Ain't nobody can fuck with this

They wanna hold me down, but I can still come up with this

Got guns on my arms cocked back

I'll be doing curls in the squat rack

While I'm waiting for my breakthrough

Rap…Rap heavyweight

Fuck the wall I'm going straight through

I used to try and sell beats and it was borderline embarrassing

I barely made sales 'cause I wasn't good at spamming

I never stopped caring, not to sound like a Karen

I demanded more attention for cooking some of the rarest

I thought it was that too many had doubts

But really they just didn't see potential like bad scouts

Competing versus questionable marketing ploys, should I dare say?

Artists and their shady tactics gobble up airplay

They buy follows and buy plays, I'm spilling beans

Manipulated rankings are what the people see

So I tried ads thinking they'd reach a billion teens

Now my biggest fans run click farms in Philippines

No biggie though, I'll be glad to give 'em a stream

It's a urinary one so they can listen to pee

I'm here for good now you can admit the defeat

I just took your whole career and pressed Shift and Delete

I'm not on Tik Tok 'cause I don't wiggle the hips

I don't sell the music short by needing gimmicky shit

Got stuff on my To-Do list I have to check off

I'm doing big things like men with fat sex dolls

Breakthrough

I am who I am

Don't let 'em change you