I woke up
Put the phone down, put the mic up
Said the first thing that came to mind
I like I don't write much, that's a lie we all know it
Making beats, doing it so I could show my people that I'm growing
I don't cry much
I love my people when I'm in their presence
Nothing like community, I don't lie much
That's the present gift, I'm unwrapping
I'm unlearning, trip
Jazz cigarettes I'm never done burning
I get the one turning
Start a new chapter, and that's a testament
A little lesson for the rest of them
Running off an old model, trying to get some new results
Unfollow, slow flower, a go getter
Never been a no shower
Set this verse with my eyes closed
Smell the scent in my nose
I don't practice I rehearse it at the live show
A young miles, but what do I know?
I don't know much
I go through a lot
And I ain't blowing up the spot
To throw it all away, you got to know what you got
A lotta secrets that escape me
Livin' up to my potential where it takes me
We all scare of the top, we all scared if we flop
We won't be riding these breakbeats like H-Street
I need a lease for the next ten, feel like I'm destined
Need a bird as my best friend
I buy the book so I could follow the plot
It's not a follow-up to Weather Or Not
This its own shit
Pistol grip pump with the chrome grip
A lotta people tripping
I tell 'em don't slip
I tell 'em don't get shot
I tell 'em Freestyle Fellowship, "Bullies Off The Block"
The streets are watching and they hot
Watch what you say
The jealous watch when you drop
I don't know much
I don't know much
(I think we got a great new idea)
(So usually articulate, pave with interest)
(And it's always generated by communties)
Great matter