I guess its the gift & the curse
Your favorite rappers are dead
I'll probably die after this verse
I keep it smooth tho
I rarely go off
Bury my physical with me rhyme books
My spirit will pick up where I left off
I'm right where I need to be
Time keeps on G'ing me (playing tricks on us) (can't tell time in space)
Gold soul shinning (stay gold ponyboy)
So I don't need no j**elry
Since elementary
All I wanted to do is spit
With a crew that's legit
That's the sh** , that is it
But now a day's
It's what kind of sneakers you wear
& what type of whip you steer
& what type of weed you have in the air
So yeah
I have these black vans
& I ride a bike man
I don't love weed no more
sh** i love my rap fans
Everything is kushandbeatz
And I be high off these beats
It's in the bag
50 , 30 , please don't 15
That was first (:15 in the bag: was the first mixtape)
So flip that in reverse
This verse is unrehearsed
Rapping in my room
Keep it low Mom hates when I curse
Sorry Ma , D'evils
Had me diggin in your purse
Now we changing the world
So mothers never digging in their purse
& If you go against the movement
Its cool don't pretend
But just know all bad things come to an end
You don't owe us nothing
But some time that you can spend
Changing your lifestyle
With the words from my pen
I know we all sin
But If you know what i know
Then we can all win
I mean we can all win so...