The Dive
[Verse 1: Lubeen]
[My] Whole life I put the team on my back
So I pen my life story 'tween the kicks and the claps
Write down all my thoughts 'tween the bass and the snares
And tell myself I'm a tortoise in a race with the hares
Slow and steady wins the race
I'm banking on that fact, but it's getting hard to Chase
I try to write real shit, but in my mind
I'm realizing all you folk respect is punchlines. so...
That's why I'm 'bout my green! (Golfing!)
Focused and I'm here to rape the game! (Dolphin!)
I got racks on racks on top of racks! (Macy's!)
[I] Swear I've been getting sick of rap fans lately
That's why I'm diving to the bottom of the sea
Because once I closed my eyes, I learned that I can finally see
You win some, you lose some, it's all part of the game
Just remember supporters don't always live up to their name

[Verse 2]
Like a quarterback or the back of a snapback
I'm snapping on these beats, trynna make change, where my quarters at?
They play me 'round the world, where my boarders at?
Your girl saves all my songs, where my hoarders at?
But really though, what happened to skills?
Just because you're verified, that don't make you real
Just because you're bumping UGK while riding clean
And smoking weed and sipping lean, brother, that don't make you trill
I'm trynna make music that people feel
Since the game's drowning in wack music, I give it gills
I'm bringing the evolution of art
My mind's spinning, so my music's the revolution of thought
They say I should be aiming for the charts
But if I did, then I wouldn't be aiming with my heart
If to stay true is career assassination then
Lord, one time, let them snipers hit their mark like...
[Outro]
What does it mean to go Diving For Clams?
Is it a literal voyage deep beneath the ocean’s surface
Or a metaphorical journey to the depths of your soul to find your purpose
Is it all worthless?
Who is it that is diving for clams?
Is it the scribe who scribbled these scriptures across these pages
And inscribed them into your mind when they’re vocalized on stages?
Or is it you?
Why does one dive for clams?
Is it for corporeal sustenance, or to sustain an addiction to adventure?
Or is it the pearl that gives purpose to the people of the world
The where is here and the when is now
Only when the wear and tear can be read across your brow
Will it be clear that you found what you seek
And whether you like it or not, When you surface
What you found is yours to keep
Diving For Clams
Let's begin