Backstep Cadence

I came up with a bend in my step

Left foot heavy, right one kept the debt

Pocket full of odds, I was living on a threat

Now I move calm, same fire in my chest

Paper on the floor, name in the frame

Mama kept the bills, I kept the shame

Learned how to fold pain into a chain

Turned my old bad days into a new lane

They want quick luck, I want proof

Want a clean run, I want roots

Every scar got a date and a truth

Every line I write got a tooth

I don't chase clout, I chase my breath

I don't bend out just to fit the set

If the whole room sleeps, I still make steps

Count my wins like coins in a vest

Wait

Hear that low roll?

I been on my toes

I been in control

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

Tell me what you really made of

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

I don't fold, I just raise up

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

Hands up when the bass cuts

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

I don't stop, I keep punchin' up

New day, same block, different face

Same cracked curb, same pace

Seen too many talk, then vanish quick

I built from the mud with a steady grip

Blue jeans faded, soles worn thin

Still I came in like a drumline hit

If I say my piece, better say it clean

I don't do soft with a hard-earned dream

Got a folder full of nights I survived

Got a mind full of lines I live by

Keep my circle tight, keep my eye on the prize

Let the fake ones fade when the truth arrive

This room get cold when the doubt walk in

I warm it up when I talk like this

Two hands working, one heart fixed

I been down low, now I hit that lift

Ayy

No need for a crown

I know my weight now

I know my sound

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

Tell me what you really made of

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

I don't fold, I just raise up

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

Hands up when the bass cuts

Backstep cadence, backstep cadence

I don't stop, I keep punchin' up

Backstep

Cadence

Backstep

Cadence