[Intro:]
"What you been up to?"
"Writin' rhymes."
"You a poet now?"
"Flyest one you know."
"He was the one that said to me, 'Yo, you should rhyme.' And if you could rhyme, that was, like, a big deal."
"You can slang records, man. It's easy. You got a mind for that ish."
"Listen. Once they hear you, it won't matter what color you are."
[Verse:]
Feel like a trance in my head, feel like I'm already dead
So am I goin' for broke or just the dopest instead
A couple million, I said, which I be hoping is bread
I'ma make in a minute homie and hopefully spread
See I been gone for a minute, you prolly thought I was dead
6/30 and then I started the tape yet again
Was gettin' lazy again, I know I said it would end
But it's a habit, I'm human 'cause motivation depends
But now I'm crackin' again, still a beast with the pen
Energizin' a focus focused on rappin' again
So you can bet I'ma win like I was Khaled fasho
I got a key and you'll see I'll be successive and more
Been playin' Tribe to try gettin' my mind on a flow
'Cause like I said I been tryna finish a tape and I know
That when I spit the beginning a flame blazing with notes
But yo, this how the story go so here it go