[Verse]
Laughed at my ink, said my words didn’t breathe,
Called my rhymes six feet under, stale as old leaves.
Told me, "Boy, your dreams ain’t worth a dime,"
Now they watch me ghostwrite, my pen’s in its prime.
[Chorus]
Dead on arrival, they thought I was slain,
But I rose from the casket, no loss, only gain.
Now every verse I spit carries my reprisal,
Turned their ridicule into my writing bible.
[Verse 2]
Collab after collab, my name in the liner notes,
Lines I wrote still afloat, they quote in their anecdotes.
From gutter to glory, they say I’d never prevail,
Now poets read my scripts, I’m the hammer, the nail.
[Bridge]
Ballads in my veins, dirty South in my chest,
Every syllable flexed, turn my struggles to jest.
They mocked the ghost, the ink was my apparition,
Now I diet on critics, my bread their derision.
[Verse 3]
Got my weight in my pen, I’m the scales they dread,
They called me a nobody; now I’m all in their heads.
Ghost in the booth, I’m alive in the lines,
Ink turns to gold, now my doubters all pine.
[Chorus]
Dead on arrival, they thought I was slain,
But I rose from the casket, no loss, only gain.
Now every verse I spit carries my reprisal,
Turned their ridicule into my writing bible.got receipts paid in full wrote a song dropped it this nobody showed ever body I don't fake the funk it took off with a combined two hundred and fifty thousand views and climbing thanks to those who have be leaf in me fuck those who said I was dead on arrival how you like me now,collaborating ghost writing with others , posted up my truth with receipts poet's not a lier, chased a dream straight out the fire,now poet sets higher a nobody climbing mountains resurrected into a somebody,they called me a nobody now I'm all in their heads with receipts paid in full,....one can't catch a dream chasing nightmares, how you like me now