Practice

This ain't the real thing, I promise this right here is practice

Spent the whole year turning all my goals into past tense

Sharpened melodies with the pen to the edge like Jagged

Broke legs while they begged to get em a new casket

You studying subpar, became what you ain't imagined

Double check the work ethic, you can see that I ain't average

Rarely do features, I can see why they ain't asking

I don't care about your song, your shit had went triple plastic

NIGGA, RAP, NIGGA BETTER RAP

And, nigga, I done had it