[verse 1 Oswin Benjamin]
This pan handlers a young pan handler
My soul purpose is makein change on these streets my G
See I was born to be great. The best thing that's happened to
The black community since freein the slaves
The Big Dipper, they follow like Twitter
While I'm trying to find me
A young Simba, Lookin in the river
Hopein Mufasa can guide me, a lost King
Struggling between a high piece and a high priest
Sell your soul for a chance to appear
I lose it all cause you choose to be
But see when God open doors, know they open f'real
So f** a deal as long as I'm doing this well
n***a my visions prophetic
With this feelin and Michael and 84'
I walk the streets with these sixes from ninety one
So do your history son, do I feel like a rookie?
I got the souls of a champion
n***as never threw me the alley but they pa**ed me up
Decreasing all the deficits they mad we up
So they mad as f**, that they drafted a (uh)
Zambooie to do the duty only doable by yours truly
Truly a blessing to play this position
Oswin it while they play the role of Mike and pippin
Dropping 61 on any piston, tryna defend him
Relentless offenses offensive
Never ride depends defensive precense is enormous
Yeah my precense is enormous B
To B.I.G. To fit down any chimney
Too much of a star to fall off the Christmas tree
See all them haters used to laugh at me
Through all the bullsh** I still got drafted G
Court side for all the ride or dies that know me
And all you pot parents watch me ball from the nose bleeds