I rock the mic like I'm Francesa
No damn pressure
But never think of my fans lesser
Like Fran Dresser
My woman cleaning up nice
Let me feed you a slice
Pussy and music's all I need in my life
Life's a motherfucker
Shit almost took me under
Shit was hard to watch like nine eleven jumpers
Or hopping out the car to see how hard they hit your bumper
It kinda makes me wonder how God ain't stop my hunger
Life's a cycler Jordan Ones then the Air-force
You sitting in a freezing room yelling who turned the air off
Those first world problems like delays at the airport
I'm chilling in my bag reading Behold A Pale Horse
I told you that it's deeper than what meets the eye
And if you heard (herd) no need to ask them sheeple why
The instinct that God gives us is inexplicable
The feeling that triggers your deja vu is what I'm sticking to
I biked daily until I got my car son
But now I bike to visit where the hunger in my hearts from
The level I am on you are far from
You mad that that label ain't sign you then go and start one
Remember camp doing dribbling drills
The counselors music used to give me chills
Kids I split Flinstones with are sniffing their pills
Keep the escalator to success dog go and give me the hills
I understand that shit is a process
And when it's said and done I'll be happy with my progress
You lames think this really happened overnight
I'm Andy fucking Pettitte you should know my stripes