When I first started this, I knew nothing about marketing
It was a hobby to me, a snotty emcee
That will probably be, a lottery pick
Nah, that’s a dream, that’s weren’t targeting me
The target is he, soft as cupcakes
Now he’s the hardest emcee
C’mon fam throw your bargain at me
Read my bio, I love hip hop
I actually free, I’m in school as well, trying to get a degree
Yeah, I do poetry, I also held a rosary
A tad religious, I have faith for instance
I have no club tracks; you want me to dumb down
My lyrics for a demo deal, while folks give me the run around
I’m not a clown; I want respect not a pound
I want to be adored by millions, not be underground
I wanna be…everything I can be
And I can be everything if I follow the plan G

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Blood, sweat, tears (never enough)
Days, months, years (never enough)
Pens, pads, mics (never enough)
Sites, fights, Christ (never enough)

When I first started this I was seventeen
Using simple schemes, didn’t’ know the lingo, felt like a dingo
Out in the wild, perfected my style
To where it is now, now cats show respect when I speak yo
I’m in a dream everything seem great
In the eyes of Jehovah, yes I’m a soldier
Walking with a clean slate, every since Genesis
God was Making Da Band, and I didn’t walk for cheesecake
We in a digital age, you cheapskates
No need to buy albums when they push back release dates
Everyone can rhyme, we have a cluttered market
I don’t like rap, so I don’t trust this garbage
Or indulge in it, flow liquid over beats, telling stories
Painting pictures, they say he’s so vivid
I’m like Blueprint and RJD2
Teaming up to examine your soul’s position

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