This is the end of a decade
I’ll be running on this til I get paid
Or until you feel this, but neither come true, that’s okay
I’m doing it for me, not my name sake
I’ve been planning it out
Making these songs but don’t hear nothing bout
If this is the way that it is, then so be it, but for God and music, my life, I will dedicate
But this part is hard, man I don’t wanna wait
I gotta accept that this is my fate
I bust through the lock and right out the gate
There ain’t no more time left to contemplate
Been getting my books up
All these classes going, trying to read, but
Feels like I’m stuck in a deep rut
Like this routine is wearing out my creativity
You know that these rappers don’t look at me
They look adjacent man they don’t wanna see
This cause the stuff that I’m cooking, it’s not just heat
I’m gonna make sure this is hard to read
Peeping my feed
Y’all oughta know that I’m taking a lead
I don’t slow down on the road to succeed
But you can still eat all my dust if you need to
This ain’t the test, it’s the read-through
I’ve been rapping on beats that so clean dude
All these rappers just might need a re-boot
No dirty lies, just a clean truth
I’m boxing y’all out like Hakeem do
I’ll be rapping in studios real soon
Still keeping it real, I’m making a steal, just make sure that you’re still the real you

When you hear the beat knock
When you hear the street rock
When you hear the guns pop
Make room for that real talk (x5)

They say if you want it you got it
So I gotta get it
If you don't believe me, just watch this flow
Lockin down the rhythm of the tempo into my body
Just watch me grow
Capable of getting anything I wanna have
Just gotta make sure I have control
My life could fly off the rails at any moment
But I can't let up no more
Peace and love, message of the Jehovah
That's the only vision that I know of
Feeling Michael Jackson, but wit no glove
Jordan, Pippen, Paxson, Grant, that Bulls love
Way way back to 1993
Cause I'm cool like that, Cypress Hill, no Kenny G
Missed an opportunity to be in a time where rhyming was never weak
It's the hip hop golden age but Imma turn the page
Cause I keep updating to a bigger stage
And while I love 2Pac, Dr. Dre and Rage
I'll be watching Color TV with the Sugarhill Gang
And it's truly a delight
But paper keeps burning every time I write
So I try to rap what's written on my heart
Taping my ideas together before they fall apart
Never doubt yourself out before the start
Because the world will try to crush all your dreams
I swear, your weaknesses ain't what they seem
I'll fade like Jordan, but I'll hook em like Kareem