BYOB King Iso (Ft. Rittz)

[Verse 1: King ISO]
Rap been working, that is certain
Tracks I'm merking, cash disperssion on the daily
Imagine working back is hurting rap's your purpose
Lack the urge but you're amazing
Does that determine cash, deserve it
Back to serving at the nursing home to pay me
I snatch my shirt off, I had to work in the trash and sort it
Now back to verses (Boy you're crazy!)
I know it may seem back a worse kid
The more I think about it, yo it's actually perfect
'Cause I don't really see myself having worth in a job
I'm mad at 'cause that is worthless
So I pick up another pen and pad and purses
Plus I'm a producer I practice per kit
I had it mastered, I was that determined
My drive was massive before I had a permit
Hair was nappy I had to perm it
Pants saggin' like niggas had the word flipped
I could have been a stat like thermos
Instead I push the needle like the thermostat and had you burning
They used to point and laugh when I rapped at first and
I snuck in shows and body bagged their verses
Now I trek with the stars on some Captain Kirk shit
And they all on my team from the back like Hermit
And that barely scratched the surface
Homeless, jail, to war back to back plus
Searching for a break fast 9-to-5 can't take that
In other words, fuck flipping flapjacks at Perkins
J's on, Levis', snapback, my shirt crisp
I'm going on tour with a bag of merch prints
My dreams came true and I just had to work with
I had and honestly I'm glad it's working because...