This is a song for all those contractor setters, constantly traveling to make ends meet. I feel your pain.
lyrics
My exes never saw it coming - well, they not alone,
used to tell me I was nothing - look how I have grown,
they always say my routes the only ones that they like,
I know the niggas setting there, so they’re probably right,
I been played way more than Adele records, but
now I’m still standing, doing better as well - check it, I
may not have a deal or a mil in the safe, but I’m at
PG and Nike’s a hell of a place…got a
bad boo, and like Babou, I get that ocelot,
in fact, due to get tattoos - we in the parking lot,
holding hands, because she’s scared, she got a right to
be feeling dared and ill-prepared, I’m feeling fright, too,
I’ve always avoided things that are permanent,
if I get disappointed, will it be worth it then?
I guess nothing is perfect, man…
if I want it to be, I got to work on it…
so I’m working it…
(Chorus)
and I set like 30 routes…
…but I set like 30 routes for y’all.
I remember working for Neal and T…
young climber just trying to get his grips up,
I remember being nervous to set for a local
comp, till I realized everybody else’s shit sucked,
the Level 1 clinic would have me tripping,
feeling so worthless in the game, no vision,
couldn’t set comp style if my life depended,
look around, and everyone else is finished - damn…
I’m not a real setter, I’m just pretending,
I work hard, but never the one that send it,
Chicago to Boston, and Boston down to Akron,
images of Lebron in the backdrop…
now in a hotel - 4 stars, trying to
get my kids all to the top, multiple tops,
watching all them lose is so hard - oh, God, it’s only
4 spots on the soapbox; no prob if you
got the best trainers, ultimate facility…
all the coaches great, none of them is as real as me…
…I hope they feeling me,
best sends turn best friends to enemies…