Clocked In

Sun up, I’m already moving

Cold floor, but I keep improving

Two hands, one plan, no shortcut

Sweat on the page, that’s the outlook

Late nights, I was counting minutes

Small wins, I was making big changes with it

Old shoes, but I still kept pace

Chasing that future, face to face

I don’t stop when it gets heavy

I get sharp when the road gets messy

Every scar got a lesson in it

Every loss made the next step hit

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

Clocked in, clocked in

Ain’t no sleep on the grind

Stack it up, stack it up

Till the whole thing shine

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

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Mama said, “Boy, keep your head low”

So I moved quiet, let the results show

Empty room, I was in there rapping

One mic, one dream, one habit

Bills due, still I found a way

Took the long route, made the miles pay

Used to pray for a break in the rain

Now I wear the storm like a chain

I don’t fold when the pressure’s talking

I just build while the weak ones watch it

Hands raw, but the mission’s clear

Turn that fear to another gear

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

Clocked in, clocked in

Ain’t no sleep on the grind

Stack it up, stack it up

Till the whole thing shine

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

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No luck, just long days

No handouts, just hard ways

I came up from the ground floor

Now I want what I worked for

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

Clocked in, clocked in

Ain’t no sleep on the grind

Stack it up, stack it up

Till the whole thing shine

Clocked in, clocked in

I been working for mine

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