Back when I started spittin, I didn't have me a clue as to
What I was doing whether or not I should keep doin it
Didn't think that the ink in the pen would create music
I went from chartin a blueprint to starting a movement
There ain't no marketing to it man, I did it by my lonesome
Lookin at artists influence to see if I know some
Needed to separate my fate with what the clones done
And since I originate they try to fake like I owe em sumpn
But I don't owe you nothin - because I know you frontin
Talkin tough wont get you anywhere in our discussion
A lot of jealousy since I been on the up and coming
Now my ex blue without me - like the controller button
She say she wanna get it in like that's my only function
But best believe I'm not about to put one in the oven
These girls are good for nothin, sabotage the whole production
Make you wonder how you lost ya focus and all of a sudden
Everything you strive for sits on the back burner
My hat turns to the side I react like I had murders
On my mind but when it's time to come back to the track I murk it
Pack it back in the casket in fact it was more than worth it
I'd ask you to hold your seat for the next five minutes
Unless you can't help in ya chest to vibe with it
- If I felt i was the best I'd admit it
But I gotta run a little bit farther before I'm finished
The farthest from a gimmick but closest to the magician
I know when that hocus pocus goes at the throat of ambition
Cuz I peep game, everything explained up in my writtens
Is a glimpse into my grind and between us you see a difference
I hustle and I do work, until I gotta quit it
Cuz momma got that plate of food ready in the kitchen
And she been goin in tryna help with my tuition
I just hope she understand it man I gotta bigger vision
Once I graduate I'm out and really not about that work force
If I get paid off talent then what the hell would I work for?
- I'd rather make a headline than meet a deadline
The real world is near so I hit the gas til I redline
Weaving through traffic, passin past red lights
Until my belts break and a tow truck come
Where you know us from? I been stuntin on the Internet
AIDS flow, been off the grid but lowkey I been a threat
Pause that, rhythm check, take breath, give a sec
Seeing all the slander and banter said, but it's indirect
All caps when y'all mad on twitter and you get upset
But when I interject the respect I get's ridiculous

Picture this, I'm working on this skill that I wanna perfect
Still gotta watch what I say, the way that I protect
The craft is far past a mathematicians intellect
I filter what comes in like the end of a lit cigarette
When I'm on the mic recording, I'm a young Michael Jordan
Spending every night and morning working on my live performance
I can tour a place that hates rappers in a major way
And leave the town with a sweeter sound than Amazing Grace