Pretty Face

Boom Bap, Conscious Rap, Old School Hip-Hop, Drums, upright bass, vinyl scratches, 88 BPM, D minor

This is for you who want me to stop,
Watch me climbing to the top.
This is for you who want me to stop,
Watch me climbing to the top.

Y'all said "pretty face, no talent" 
bet you thought that landed,
thought I'd fold up quiet, 
thought I'd leave abandoned.
"Too much effort, girl, you'll never make it" 
funny how the ones who doubt me never had to face it.
I write these bars when the world's asleep,
turn my whole damn struggle into what I can keep.
You saw a face, 
I saw a start,
You saw something cheap, 
I saw pure art.

Keep talking, I'm still writing.
Keep doubting, I'm still climbing.
Every "no" you gave I turned into timing.

I'm not stopping till my voice gets heard,
Not stopping 
till they know my name, every word.
Not stopping 
till the kids know every line,
Not stopping 
till the radio says it's mine.
And even then, 
that ain't the finish line,
That's just the bridge to something bigger, 
In due time.

You measured me in likes, 
I measured me in nights,
the ones I spent rewriting till the verse felt right.
"You'll never make the stage!" 
Funny thing about stages,
they're built by people 
writing through the hardest pages.
I don't need your co-sign, 
I don't need your blessing,
I needed my own fire, 
that's the only lesson.
Talent's not the question, 
it is my expression,
but could I outlast the people 
who wanted a confession.

I'm here still writing.
Still climbing while you're deciding
if I'm worth the ride, 
But you'll just eat that pride up.

This ain't 'bout revenge.
This ain't 'bout the ones who left.
This is about becoming
what I needed for myself.
A name that means something.
Somebody that built from nothing.
I'm not an artist you can borrow,
I'm a light for somebody's tomorrow.

I'm here man, 
growing as you're talking.
Watch me walking 
And leaving you in the morning,
This is my only warning.

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This is for you who want me to stop, Watch me climbing to the top. This is for you who want me to stop, Watch me climbing to the top. Y'all said "pretty face, no talent" bet you thought that landed, thought I'd fold up quiet, thought I'd leave abandoned. "Too much effort, girl, you'll never make it" funny how the ones who doubt me never had to face it. I write these bars when the world's asleep, turn my whole damn struggle into what I can keep. You saw a face, I saw a start, You saw something cheap, I saw pure art. Keep talking, I'm still writing. Keep doubting, I'm still climbing. Every "no" you gave I turned into timing. I'm not stopping till my voice gets heard, Not stopping till they know my name, every word. Not stopping till the kids know every line, Not stopping till the radio says it's mine. And even then, that ain't the finish line, That's just the bridge to something bigger, In due time. You measured me in likes, I measured me in nights, the ones I spent rewriting till the verse felt right. "You'll never make the stage!" Funny thing about stages, they're built by people writing through the hardest pages. I don't need your co-sign, I don't need your blessing, I needed my own fire, that's the only lesson. Talent's not the question, it is my expression, but could I outlast the people who wanted a confession. I'm here still writing. Still climbing while you're deciding if I'm worth the ride, But you'll just eat that pride up. I'm not stopping till my voice gets heard, Not stopping till they know my name, every word. Not stopping till the kids know every line, Not stopping till the radio says it's mine. And even then, that ain't the finish line, That's just the bridge to something bigger, In due time. This ain't 'bout revenge. This ain't 'bout the ones who left. This is about becoming what I needed for myself. A name that means something. Somebody that built from nothing. I'm not an artist you can borrow, I'm a light for somebody's tomorrow. I'm here man, growing as you're talking. Watch me walking And leaving you in the morning, This is my only warning.

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