Low Rank Flip

Verse

Started at the bottom with a label on my name,

“Low rank” stamped on me like I’m losing in the game.

But I been building muscle in the silence and the pain,

Every setback sharpening the hunger in my brain.

Low rank? Nah, that’s the seed in the dirt,

Pressure make diamonds, yeah, pressure make it work.

I was last in the line, now I’m first to convert

Every doubt into fuel, every bruise into worth.

They see numbers, I see levels I can climb,

They see status, I see timing in design.

Low rank today, but the vision still prime,

‘Cause the throne don’t rush — it aligns with the grind.

Chorus

Low rank, low rank — that’s a temporary tag,

I’m upgrading every season, never stuck in the past.

Low rank, low rank — yeah I’m owning the start,

‘Cause the climb hit different when it come from the heart.

Verse

Used to feel small when they counted me out,

Now I count every lesson they was throwing in doubt.

Every “no” was a code, had to figure it out,

Turned whispers in the dark to a stadium shout.

Low rank in the system, high rank in belief,

I don’t beg for position, I compete with the chief.

Crown heavy? Let it rest — I bring peace to the heat,

I was trained in the shadows, now I feast in the peak.