Late Check-Out

Woke up to a late check-out

Same hoodie, same old doubt

Phone screen full of blue receipts

All my dreams on read this week

Mom text, "You eat yet?"

Rent due, I’m deep in debt

Still I’m plotting on a jet

Off this block I never left

I’m tryna turn this pain to a paycheck

Turn these long nights into great flex

From the slow grind to the Apex

I don’t want fame, I want paychecks, say less

Turn this pain to a paycheck

Every small loss, that’s a straight test

From the cold floors to the latex

Wrap the old life, we don’t play next (yeah)

Crew split like wishbones

Half ghosts, half flip phones

Heard he caught a case, stayed stone

Heard he came back, changed tone

I was writing rhymes in the break room

Clocked out late, full tray, full broom

Now they say my name in the back room

Same kid, new map, new back route (hey!)

I’m tryna turn this pain to a paycheck

Turn these long nights into great flex

From the slow grind to the Apex

I don’t want fame, I want paychecks, say less

Turn this pain to a paycheck

Every small loss, that’s a straight test

From the cold floors to the latex

Wrap the old life, we don’t play next (yeah)