[Intro hook] Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) [Verse 1] Second grade, work done, earned the front of the class, Turned a lesson into laughter, put the fun in the facts, Ten years old at Grandma’s party, roasting kin for practice, Little man with grown timing, gift-wrapped in the antics. West Orlando raised him where the punchlines found percussion, Before stages paid attention, every lunch table was buzzing, Almost fought fires, then the funny caught flame, Foot Locker shift, but comedy kept breaking from its lane. Selling soles, telling stories, coworkers caught the vision: “Boy, you need a microphone.” Career intervention. Pops said, “Go completely, don’t approach it halfway,” Sent a barbershop of legends like a map to that chair space. Pryor, Bernie, Eddie, Chappelle inside the frame, Kevin Hart in the picture like a prophecy with a name, Kam studied that assembly, put ambition in position: “I ain’t asking for a seat, I’ma build another addition.” [Chorus] Rocks in his pocket, now he’s rocking Thirty Rock, Bucket pull to bucket list, watch the comedy stock, From the Foot Locker clock to the Rockefeller clock, Monday made him dangerous, Saturday gave him the spot. Rocks in his pocket, pressure polished every thought, Door guy opening doors nobody knew that he had locked, Took the trash out nightly, then he took the crowd apart, Now the kid outside the picture works beside Kevin Hart. [Verse 2] Early twenties, Orlando, every open mic tuition, Night Shade, Dreams Lounge, bombed enough to build precision, Rarely missed a night, even bad rooms had a lesson: Silence is a weight room when your timing needs aggression. Every joke got field-tested, every failure left data, Turned awkward into armor, made delivery greater, No shortcut, just a long route with a laugh track in his head, Stood upon the dream so long the dream began to pay the rent. Austin on the compass, Mothership on the radar, Door shift, beer runs, trash bags underneath the same stars, Funny contradiction, online buzzing, still working: Podcast Monday night, then back where the labor kept lurking. Six-one-two, one minute, interview went seismic, Said he really liked rocks, made geology exciting, That pebble became branding, every mineral a steppingstone, Granite in his grammar, now arenas know the microphone. [Chorus] Rocks in his pocket, now he’s rocking Thirty Rock, Bucket pull to bucket list, watch the comedy stock, From the Foot Locker clock to the Rockefeller clock, Monday made him dangerous, Saturday gave him the spot. Rocks in his pocket, pressure polished every thought, Door guy opening doors nobody knew that he had locked, Took the trash out nightly, then he took the crowd apart, Now the kid outside the picture works beside Kevin Hart. [Verse 3] Madison Square Garden, Orlando in the cadence, One-minute repetitions turned arena-sized arrangements, Then SNL called: “Season Fifty-One, come audition,” Monday-night demolition met a Saturday tradition. He knew sketches, not the label, show wasn’t household scripture, Then he walked through Studio 8H and stepped inside the picture, Could read a room in seconds, cue cards took adjustment, Different kind of pressure, same instinct underneath it. Weekend Update brought his wildness to the institution, Black Snape made Hogwarts answer for suspicious intuition, From the open-mic basement to the top-floor distribution, Still the same Kam, only wider in transmission. Then the barbershop prophecy came circling back smart: That framed-up Kevin Hart became a Netflix counterpart, From the kid outside the portrait to a face among the names, Funny how a Foot Locker story fit the Hall of Fame. [Bridge] Took out the trash. Then took off. Carried rocks. Then carried rooms. Worked the door. Then walked through history. Monday changed his life. Saturday changed the scenery. [Final Chorus] Rocks in his pocket, now he’s rocking Thirty Rock, Bucket pull to bucket list, watch the comedy stock, Orlando made the motor, Austin tuned it for the top, New York put him on live and said, “Whatever you do, don’t stop.” Rocks in his pocket, pressure made them gems, Every empty chair prepared him for a million watching him, Pops said, “Find your place beside the greats inside that art.” Kam said, “Save another chair— and put some rocks beside my part.” [Outro hook] Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket) Rocks in his pocket (Rocks in his pocket)
