Verse 1 Uh... can I flex real quick? Cause, sometiiimes I'm feelin' like the realest n***a in the world Ain't worried 'bout the diamonds or the pretty girls Got me feelin' like I'm talkin' down to amateurs wit' no Real experience like referees in intramurals Cause y'all some novices, all in a n***a pocket wit Ya backhanded compliments y'all gon' remain anonymous Me, life's short, and I relish it like a condiment Spreadin' that college n***a gospel across the continent My work ethic borderin' on excess Keep spittin' til they draggin' me off for the next set I expect, nothin' less than top of the whole game All the other competitors goin' for next best I, hail from the Mount Olympus school of rhyme spittin' My rhymes splittin' makin' way for the divine witness These lines flippin', acrobatics is life though For n***as in a box, feelin' like I'm walkin' tightropes Like kaleidoscope dream, I am quite dope Crossin' over lines from black fans to white folks Spanish ppl love my sh** too, global appeal This fresh air'll make ya lips blue, try to breathe n***a (deep breath) 'preciate the wait Tryna keep it positive, alleviate the hate, but My mind changed, I had 58 debates 'bout my song topics, and steppin' outta that same box 'cause I don't advocate no lane hops Started as a rapper wit a message and Losin' track of that is not an option, feelin' like I'm boxin' 12 rounds in, I got a couple megawatts in The right hook, can make a great song a hit record And when I realized that, you n***as chin-checkin' Ten seconds from my big break, and pilin' up tracks Got too many for a mixtape, and so I'm droppin' Diamonds, the size of my audience irrelevant Cause I started this in college for the hell of it It's Valentine's Day, and me n the game is gettin' busy You other rap n***as lookin' celibate ...b**h, I wrote this sh** in 10 minutes Verse 2 Uh I got other sh** to handle, imma keep it brief Got the remnants of your dignity between my teeth I was born to rip a beat up into spare parts sh** bang, don't it? holla at me if you need a piece Young n***a with a tendency to express Exactly what I'm feelin', 'til I get my next check I'm an ambitious broke n***a with a dream To change lives, I don't want no f*ckin' necklace Feelin' like a product of the 80's, I was conceived In '89, my 16's make the gun bleed But the Clinton era claims me Promised that no money or no fame would ever change me Future lookin' hazy, I know my decisions ain't been perfect But my music got a purpose if hundreds of people heard it 'cause on the real, I don't need no record deal Long as at the end of the day, y'all know that I deserve it