Sweat
B.visible Lyrics

Remember back in 2015 when I started school?
Reflecting on his past and where it all began

No one really liked me and no one thought I was cool
Feeling excluded and left out

I was all smiles but that don’t mean that I was happy
Putting on a facade despite feeling unhappy inside

I was bullied, called a mommies boy young nigga where’s your nappy?
Subjected to bullying and taunting for being different

Pressure hit me sick I had to go hit a lick
Feeling overwhelmed by life and resorting to crime to survive

14 years robbed a store Nigga now that is fucken sick
Sharing his criminal past and how he resorted to drastic measures

Grew up broke as fuck but now I’m chilling with these rich niggas
Describing his social climb and newfound affluence

My brother told me if you wanna make it stick with rich niggas
Recounting advice given to him on how to succeed

I’m no treadmill rapper I’m rapping and making moves
Asserting that he is not just a run-of-the-mill rapper

Fuck it I’m not a rapper give a fuck ‘Bout who approves
Not caring about others' opinions on his authenticity

Ion know what I’m doing all I know it’s hella soothing
Admitting to uncertainty but finding solace in music

I’ve always wanted more and I ain’t talking metro booming
Expressing his ambition for success beyond just music

I’ve been in the booth day and night sweat and tears
Working tirelessly on his craft

I feel like it’s the finish line but I’m not hearing cheers
Feeling like he's close to success but not receiving recognition

A snitch Nigga that’s the shit I don’t like brother was my daddy Nigga taught me how to ride a bike
Disapproving of snitching and sharing a personal memory with his brother

I’ve put so much work
Proud of the hard work he has invested

I went from El-Nino and now they call me B-Smirk
Going through a name change and rebranding

I went from trapping right out the bendo where little Nigga’s lurk
Recalling his past in the drug game

Put the backends in the back
Stashing his earnings in the trunk

They didn’t like me coz I’m black
Calling out discrimination he has faced

Every other person tryna tell me that I changed
Dealing with criticism and skepticism from others

The pen or the gun young nigga make a decision
Contemplating the path he wants to take in life

My only goal is to stay above average
Striving for excellence in everything he does

Someone call the fire brigade coz it’s getting hot in here
Bringing the heat with his music

Blessing is the name that I know the rappers fear
Confident in his own abilities and talent

Though I’m not a rapper I’m just well rounded no sphere
Not limiting himself to one skill or identity

My work is hotter than Nevada in the summer
Proud of the quality of his work

Man I pull up all black to an all white get together
Standing out and breaking the status quo

I ride for my niggas no matter the fucken weather
Loyalty to his loved ones

It’s blood sweat and tears I’m the one to raise my hand when there’s no volunteers
Willingness to work hard and take the lead