Текст песни Underdog - Tropidelic

I′m tryna go from the nose bleeds to the loge seats
Backstage with a fridge full of groceries, lately I'm just lonely
I′d rather rot at the bottom than be a phony
So If you think you doin' better baby show me
So please
Take a page from my book
Then maybe you can understand the path and the time that it took
Cause I'm sick of dirty looks
Got you nippin′ at the bait now you swallowing the hook, son
I got
No time for people who stay doubting
You see me climbing up from the top of the mountain
It′s gonna take time but while I'm screaming and shouting
I′ma gather up fans by the tens of thousands
So
I'm convinced we gonna pull off a miracle
But nervous to the point that I′m thinking 'bout getting spiritual
Like dear god don′t let my journey be satirical
I'm eating y'all for breakfast
I′m reckless, you keep the cereal
How long must we be the underdogs?
Til I see these mislead people come back home
How long must we steer these people wrong?
Til I see these broken people run it
C′mon c'mon yeah
They say it′s been a while since I seen you around
And that I'm always on the road, does it ever slow down?
I clear away their plates and hope that they don′t see me frown
They say you really blowing up but you still workin' downtown?
I′m in the back of the pack
But I swear I won't finish last
Cause with some vision and tact
I'll get my dream back on track
Ignore the talents I lack
I′m out here shooting the gap
Moving forward and never back
My team is on the attack
Don′t
Understand how we all are still hanging on
Yeah
We got everything against us and yet we remain strong
This the road less traveled the path is beyond long
I don't sweat it ′cause I know that you lovin' the underdogs
We got
Hard work and a whole lotta passion
You getting′ worked by a couple Cleveland bad kids
No plan B
My life is a giant mad lib
Philosophizing rhymes man
I swear I'm writing in Sanskrit
How long must we be the underdogs?
Til I see these mislead people come back home
How long must we steer these people wrong?
Til I see these broken people run it
C′mon c'mon yeah