I got my world up on my shoulders, I don't think it's a choice
They used to laugh at me cause I ain't have a sink in my voice
Revealin my plan, surprise, when will I tell enough lies
Beatin around the bush, I'm feelin like I'm a tough guy
Rub it in my face, why don't you
I doubt you ever see this comin from my place,
That's just somethin that I won't do
And I can tell that your perspective is distorted
I'll just play it back for you after this session is recorded
I'm a generous guy, give you everything and more
Exclusive on my producin, it may never be in stores
Put my nose to the grindstone, stoned on my grind
And I'm home alone chillin got my zone on my mind
When I get to makin these hits, bitch please sit
I'ma knock you off your feet when I press play on my theme shit
In the car bumpin me when I pull out,
And when I'm pullin in I better see a full house
Yeah I did it, made this shit just how I wanted it
Takin all my time I don't do any kind of sqaunderin
Often when I spit it, yeah they tell me that I'm gifted
But you thinkin it's a dream so homie I'm bout to live it, uh


If it wasn't for my brother, I'd be nothin but a lost man
Fuckin up, off hand
Drownin all my life inside some powder and a tall can
I'm outta there I got my three strikes, it seems like
When I look at what I was it took so long for me to see the light
I'm graduated, but I dropped out of college
And if you think you're smarter than me, I don't really recall it
I keep feelin my wallet, never stay full enough
But I got some change up in my jar so I can pay for the bus
I'm thinkin skip town, open road, new life, clean slate
Who am I to say that I was ever in a clean state?
Moved on from that shit and I'ma do this in a mean way
Now I'm directin instead of just lettin the scene play
Now I'm perfectin my music I got a pristine WAV
Instrumental fresh, I'm callin my beats clean shaves
Y'all wanna be saved?
I got music for mainstream slaves

Passion,
I got it.