**[INTRO]** Yeah, yeah... Look— I been quiet long enough. Everybody got opinions. Everybody got a lane. Everybody got a reason why I shouldn't be here. Cool. Move. **Give me room.** **[HOOK]** Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me room, give me room, I'ma make some room They been waiting on the fall, I got something to prove When I step inside the booth, better clear the whole room Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me space, give me space, let me do what I do They can talk from the sidelines, I got nothing to lose I ain't asking for permission— **Give me room!** **[VERSE 1]** I done made a lot of mistakes, I admit it, But I don't erase history just because I regret it. Every loss in the rearview turned into a lesson, Every door that they closed only sharpened my aggression. I wanted recognition, not a pat on the back, Wanted somebody to tell me I was actually wack— Then I could fix it, get better, come back with a vengeance, Instead everybody smiling while they secretly guessing. I been underrated so long it's becoming tradition, Now I'm turning every doubt into part of the mission. They wanna see me fall, I wanna see what I can build, There's a difference between talking and having something real. I don't need to chase trends, I can make my own lane, Don't need somebody else's blueprint to explain my name. If the algorithm changes, I'm adapting again, 'Cause I'm not chasing a moment— I'm creating a legacy, friend. **[HOOK]** Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me room, give me room, I'ma make some room They been waiting on the fall, I got something to prove When I step inside the booth, better clear the whole room Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me space, give me space, let me do what I do They can talk from the sidelines, I got nothing to lose I ain't asking for permission— **Give me room!** **[VERSE 2]** Back on my grind, back against the wall, Funny how the pressure makes the real ones evolve. They got followers, I got records, They got numbers, I got methods. Everybody wanna go viral, nobody wanna go timeless, Everybody wanna be famous, nobody wanna be honest. Sixteen seconds of a song and suddenly they're legends, Meanwhile I'm writing sixteen bars that'll still matter in a decade. I ain't bitter, I'm observant, there's a difference, I can see through the gimmicks and the industry incentives. If the beat's hot, I'm there. If the beat's cold, I'm there. Give me four walls and a mic— I'ma build something from air. I came from having nothing but a notebook and a dream, Now I'm looking at the game like, "What the fuck does it need?" More substance? More hunger? More artists with a spine? More people willing to say what's actually on their mind? Maybe that's me. Maybe that's why they don't like me. Every time I get counted out, Somehow I come back twice as likely. **[VERSE 3]** I don't need a trophy to prove that I won, I need one more verse and I'm back at number one. I don't need the industry's approval to validate the grind, I was building when nobody even knew the name behind it. They said the old sound's dead— I said, "Watch me revive it." Put the soul back in the pen, put the hunger back inside it. You can have the trends, the dances, the playlists, the likes, I'll take a classic that still hits when you're thirty-five. I got too much invested just to quit when it's hard, Too many nights writing verses in the dark. Too many people counting on me, too much left to accomplish, Every time they put a ceiling up, I treat it like a launching point. I don't chase competition, competition keeps chasing, I don't need to call shots, I just need to keep creating. Let 'em talk about the numbers, let 'em argue about the rankings, While they're debating who's next— I'm already in the making. **[BRIDGE]** They want me quiet? Nah. They want me safe? Nah. They want me sounding like everybody else? **Nah.** I've been waiting for this moment my whole life. So when I say— **MOVE!** I mean it. **[FINAL HOOK]** Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me room, give me room, I'ma make some room They been waiting on the fall, I got something to prove When I step inside the booth, better clear the whole room Y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move, y'all gotta move Give me space, give me space, let me do what I do They can talk from the sidelines, I got nothing to lose I ain't asking for permission— **GIVE ME ROOM!** **[OUTRO]** From the bottom to the top. No shortcuts. No handouts. No permission. They wanted me to wait my turn... **I made my own turn.** Move. **Give me room.**
