Not Over Yet...

[Verse 1]
Massachusetts: the carton where the juice is
Forget it. I’m from Boston where we tossing up a few hits
In the city, where I do live, we bumping all the new Stizz
Rest In Peace Menino. I ain’t green, though all my loot is
Experience the Bean in your ears and your mouth
We unforgettable like Andre bodyslamming himself
At the biggest stage of the litter. Yo I'm bout to get rid of
All the cynical quitters hating while we get bigger
So I guess you could figure that I’m crossing them streams
Shady folks wearing hoodies like they’re part of the team
Chaz and Donald got it wrong; my hooded sweater, it gleams
And, as hard as it seems, I complicated all of my schemes so you could feel me better
Compiled all of these themes so you could brave the weather
Conspired with the fiends to make the concept wetter
I confided in a seam of light when darkness hit us
I coincided with the beat to make my verses killer, huh
(I coincided with the beat to make my verses killer)
And killed ‘em I did
The only time I’m having fun is when I’m being a kid
It’s 8 ‘o'clock, I’m eating cereal just me in the bed
And I wanna see friends, but lately I been writing instead
I never had a penpal but my pal is a pen
I might end up dead for dropping all these mics on their heads
My life is a fence that I’mma climb and fight till the end
It's not over… yet