Humility Built on Hard Work

Yeah. I see you standing there, eyes fixed on the sky.

Waiting for that handout while the real world passes by. You drop your

measly 2%, then hold your cup so wide. Expecting 100 back with nothing more

inside. You think the universe owes you a prize just for existing.

But the laws of nature ain't bending. No, they ain't assisting.

You're banking on a myth, a phantom in the air. The gospel of

lady luck, a burden you can't bear. 'Cause that shit don't exist,

man. That fairy tale ain't true. Gonna break you down,