Posture

Yo, my pants dirty, my shirt dirty, my neck clean

Wake up, get this bread, I'm investing

Long hours for a fraction of a blessing

So when I get the full thing, I'm flexing

Hard work, admiration, and status

You think I work this hard to act like I don't have it

Even prophets wore stones and attract the masses

It's a different type of flavor, still the same in passage

First step is the hardest, but the game come faster

How much pain, can your name come to tame the patterns

It's a lot on my plate, but I came for seconds

Can't complain when the aim is to bend perfection