Late Check-Out

Yeah

Still here

They tried to close up shop on me

I just kicked that doorstop deeper in (woo)

Calendar full, but my hunger got room

Talk cheap online, in the booth it go mute

I was eating cold rice on a late rent notice

Now I’m signing three checks just to stay focused

Half of y’all post, other half don’t do

I was outside, rain jacket, worn shoes

Now the same last name on a corner office plate

They asking for a seat, I’m just dragging in a crate (yeah)

Rap, rap, that’s my day job

Same hoodie, same pen, made the place pop

Turn one late check into a pay stub stack

All I really ever did was rap, rap, rap

Rap, rap, that’s my face card

They know the voice ’fore they ever see the name tag

Turn one closed door to a wave that crashed

All I really ever did was rap, rap, rap

Two missed calls from the past I escaped

“Can we talk?” nah, all that talk came late

I remember group chats where my name got joked

Now they quote my old lines like a Sunday note

Mama in the front row, tears in her hands

She remember three jobs, couldn’t cover one plan

Now it’s first class seat, little blanket on her lap

She laugh, “baby, all this from that rap, rap, rap?”