[Young Santiago]
Begin with the end in mind
No, crackers, never see me at the Grammys
Until they deliver rap it's new shine
Not hidden in compartments unseen on tv
Every dufflebag boy deserves an award-winning speech so
n***as grab within reach
I spit this sh** for Malice, Sandman with a Cannon and Pusha T
Adhered to Ab-Liva, the allure of the streets
Spied the wisdom of the blush, as a King I speak
Directly to J. Prince, I, mean what I seek
But I'm nice with my bars, only cause my mind's free
Cost a lot to be this cold
Caught bodies, seated souls
Out the 4-4 concrete cracks, I arose, to impose
Will on this universe, I'm the rose
No horns, leave those for J. Cole
Fly wings when I go
In the direction of the goal
No dollars for my soul
I want my brothers to know that I
Never been a b**h
Always been a real n***a
Never gave a f** how a b**h feel, n***a
Never let a b**h n***a be the reason
We ain't in Rio, sippin Grande Mai Tais, o Ujo Trill, n***a
I mean Trujillo, B ain't know what he heard
But he know that I'm a man and I'm a man of my word
So, nunca shall I dejar
O, leave in a night jar, and sleep on
What I've seen from up close, or afar
From, West Donovan Street to Carrer Trilla in Barcelona
Sippin Coronas with Grace, this is fate I'm spittin
Too in tune with the Infinit-y-G-3-5, I'm the 1, 3, 5, 7
Seconds from hell, cause you couldn't answer the question
Like Iverson
Practice is the answer to perfection, Ah…