One More Punch

[Intro]
Yeah
Feel like Saitama in a stained white tee
Three years in
Day one was ugly though
[Verse 1]
Bald head, back rolls, bathroom scale laughin
Phone cam on, I hit delete, can't stand it
Call myself a clown before the crowd can
'Fat loser' written in my own hand, that's branding
I been hidin in the comments, talkin trash on me
Turn my pain into a meme, tryna laugh low key
But that mirror get louder than a diss track
Junk food in the cart, heart yellin "put it back"
Anime run on the treadmill, lungs burnin
One push-up, arms shake, floor turnin
Into every time I quit when it got hard
Every time I let fear pull my whole card
Then I hear that line in my head, on repeat
"100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups," feel the heat
I ain't special, I'm tired of that excuse
So I lace up cheap shoes, tie 'em tight, let loose
[Chorus]
One more punch
One more set
Talk down on myself but I'm not done yet
One more mile
One more rep
If I wake up breathin, then it ain't over yet
One more punch
One more step
I was countin myself out, now I cash that bet
One more day
With all I've got
I might look like a joke, but I hit like a plot twist
[Verse 2]
They say "bro, you too big, that bar won't move"
'Til I lift that doubt, that's the first improve
Sweat drip down like the past leavin
Every calorie I burn is a small demon
I ain't chasin pretty, I'm chasin proud
Chasin sleep that ain't filled with the crowd
That lives in my skull, always callin me worthless
I'm tryna make that voice finally feel nervous
Meal prep in a broke-ass plastic tub
Rice, chicken, salt, that's my new club
While my boys pop bottles for the weekend
I'm countin water bottles, fightin off the weak end
I ain't Saitama, but I know that road
Do the same small thing 'til it re-writes code
If my skin don't change, I still change inside
If the world still laughs, I still hold my pride
[Chorus]
One more punch
One more set
Talk down on myself but I'm not done yet
One more mile
One more rep
If I wake up breathin, then it ain't over yet
One more punch
One more step
I was countin myself out, now I cash that bet
One more day
With all I've got
I might look like a joke, but I hit like a plot twist
[Bridge]
[low vocal register]
Yeah, this for the pics you don't post
For the shirts you don't wear
For the stairs you avoid
For the nights you just stare
At the ceiling like, "Why I live like this?"
Repeat: "Why I live like this?"
Now flip it:
"Why I stay like this?"
"Why I stay like this?"
[normal voice]
If I can talk myself down, I can talk myself up
If I can drag my own name, I can drag it out the mud
[Chorus]
One more punch
One more set
Talk down on myself but I'm not done yet
One more mile
One more rep
If I wake up breathin, then it ain't over yet
One more punch
One more step
I was countin myself out, now I cash that bet
One more day
With all I've got
I might look like a joke, but I hit like a plot twist

rap, Gritty motivational hip-hop with boom-bap drums, dusty brass stabs, and a thick bassline. Verses are agile and percussive with occasional double-time pockets; hook is chantable and anthemic with gang vocals. Subtle anime-style string swells lift the chorus, leaving room for raw, upfront male vocals that sound close and confessional., hip hop