Backseat Receipt

I keep my rent in a gum wrapper, tuck it in the dash

Two jobs, one key, still I’m moving fast

Mama said, “Boy, don’t let the week eat you whole”

So I wear my scars like a chain on gold

Bus stop rain on my sleeve, I’m still clean

Late-night receipt in my pocket, that’s my dream

Never had luck, I had timing and grit

Had to learn how to turn a little into a hit

Tell me who gon’ run it

When the floor keep shaking?

Tell me who gon’ want it

When the room start waking?

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

They wanted smoke, I brought thunder

Still here, still here

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

You hear that name when they ask

Who made it back? (still here)

Couple bad bets, yeah, I signed them in ink

Couple fake friends tried to drown in the drink

I watched them laugh when the lights went low

Now they try to act like they always knew the code

Nah, I built this off a cracked phone screen

Off a secondhand fit and a big old dream

Off the nights I ate cold fries in the car

Now I pull up calm, but I came from afar

Tell me who gon’ run it

When the floor keep shaking?

Tell me who gon’ want it

When the room start waking?

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

They wanted smoke, I brought thunder

Still here, still here

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

You hear that name when they ask

Who made it back? (still here)

If I fall, I fold into fire

If I rise, I rise higher

Old wounds don’t own me

They just show what I’m made of

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

They wanted smoke, I brought thunder

Still here, still here

I’m still here, still standing

Still here, still landing

You hear that name when they ask

Who made it back? (still here)