So I see you back in the booth. Yeah, man. I fell back and just push my artist because the people love him, you know what I’m saying? Real gangster Benjamin. Where? Bars, you know what I mean? But now I wanna throw myself in the mix because I need the therapy, bro. Therapy, huh? Therapy. Alright, let’s get it. They want bars, huh? Beat it, beat it, beat it like a drum. Still growing as a human cause. There’s always room for improvement, past mistakes. I’m moving on from a better me. I’m choosing. Grind hard, get the bread right. I’ll listen if it said right. No father figure in my life. The ogs had to share light. Nominated for the recording artist award. Then won a trophy in Vegas. Went straight to the rise up tour. Caught bodies on stages. No record deal. Straight independent out getting this paper. Giving work to these rappers. Giving them uppercuts and haymakers. Don’t feel away or get clingy. If the bra start flaking, you might have dodged you a hollow tip. Just keep it moving. No chasing. I feed the fam, doing what I love. It took work, it took patience. People that I love didn’t want to see me win. Damn, that’s flagrant. Had to learn not to give a fuck and whole. Aim on a purpose. Fall back, not worth it. I stay consistent with content. For the competition, it was curtains. I rose up and I dunked on Them like Blake Griffin did Perkins Hendrick