Verse 1 Amanda Bynes-minded, throwin' off the Earth alignment All That with a pen and pad, my first assignment time machine travel to the Feel Me Flow era gold ropes, and trust I don't choke an on-stage terror MCMXC, M-A-Y 3rd every track is major league, verses pop, a fly third Mossberg, pumpin' out the b-boy and breakdance type of music, it's fresh, def and other fly words remember high, top fades, and the finger waves bad boys smokin' blacks, pre-Wiz Khalifa days beats blazed just, in a different way, plus lyricism was an art, and better singers raised up, uh house parties all the ladies sweatin' Keith or traffic, niggas bumpin' New Edition out the Jeep or, Big Willie Style on the radio wit L Boogie Kani jackets wit the J's up on the feet my, favorite R&B singers, R. Kelly, Usher, Joe favorite rappers: Escobar, Jigga, and the R. so my bars flow, counter-typical, like the Amazon, original themes and my passion make it visceral ...nigga, the only one that you gon' listen to tellin' hella stories droppin' bars like a prison do, felon locked up for assaultin' my oppposition but I plead insanity, can't help it, it's my condition I'm ill... yeugh! Verse 2 Bout to be 23, do the math I was born in that MCMXC, then take off the last three huh, you thought that you was bad moonwalkin' on niggas' self-esteem, smooth committin' felonies this game ain't got no referees, earnin' my stripes tho call me The Concept, or that spitter wit the nice flow thinkin' a nigga might blow, up with the right push the wrath of caine, no malice but I'm a psycho n wherever my Nikes go, criticism'll follow givin' you Mrs. Pacmans plenty of shit to swallow talkin' bout you gon' pull out ya straps, n pop a hollow man I doubt it, niggas gettin' they courage from a bottle bro call this moscato flow, 'cause this beat gross satisfied wit' nothin', y'all niggas be deep throatin' celebrities, honestly, ain't too many on my level fuck the fame, cause I'll never compromise or settle heavy metal when I rock a fan mid-sentence 12 rounds, liftin' heavy weights like gym fitness spread sickness, catch fever wit the quickness commit, serial murder no protectin' the witness I decided to take a trip, back to the era of the windbreakers wit the Timbalands, by puttin' Simba hands on a dyin' craft, Them hyenas laughin', but say I ain't killin' it, n youza lyin' ass I'm that one rapper you thought you had figured, right thinkin' I got the stayin' power of Vanilla Ice all that themed shit, talkin' bout ya dreams shit that's played out, until ya friends sayin' man that nigga nice had to open with a monster, odd couplin', like Sammy Davis and Sinatra Dean Martin Lawrence brought me up then the Fresh Prince closed it out every verse I leave a hater wit an open mouth next nigga Verse 3 ...take y'all back real quick, down memory lane Uh...uh... reminisce wit' me, yeah I'm feelin' like a, old timer nowadays youngins obsessin' over J's y'all niggas ain't never seen him play sayin' all of the shit my parents don't want me to say because I'm fed up, and the revolution's in my DNA Born in the very beginnin', May of 1990 wit' no spoons of silver, no big crib or designer shit back when watchin' Nick was as common as windbreakers predominately ballin', I wanted to be a Laker was raised with all three MJs, bumpin' old school BBD to Jodeci, high tops was so cool Walkmans, in my pocket, to school I walked man girls playin' hopscotch, jumpin' to where the chalk land buzzin', watchin' Kenan & Kel, Amanda Bynes Hey Arnold, Dexter's Lab, fuck an Adventure Time used to be a skinny kid wit dreams of bein' bigger God gave me a weapon, I finally pulled the trigger wit a, LL voice, flow is on some Escobar Rakim inspired me to greatness, often I debate this, whether the 90s is on top, ignorin' all the "yes yes y'all's" and "don't stops" but ultimately gotta say my childhood was (ALL THAT) this bullshit on the radio ain't (ALL THAT) I finally made a tape to talk about (ALL THAT) so sit tight y'all, it's comin' right at chaaa

Uh, she want ya money takin' everything and you just trickin' on the honey couple backshots she got you comin' outta pocket talkin' bout it ain't trickin' if you got it... is that right? (Creep) She got you buyin' Prada bags and takin' trips you found her dancin' at the strip club makin' tips she pussy poppin' on a handstand, but she was fine you caught up in her curves, you ain't take ya time Verse 1 she got them legs thicker than an anaconda she get it from her momma, small bankroll, but got an appetite for Benihanas got you spendin' ya cheese on spa trips n saunas pedicures and trips to the mall to pay designers bags that cost a couple stacks, it's nothin', you got the racks give her credit cards, and sendin' her off to shop at Saks Fifth, unaware that she be coppin' mad gifts for friends and other lovers, knock boots like blacksmiths that express is american nigga ain't no comparison you ain't no entertainer, but ballin' harder than Harrison Barnes stormin' the malls, comin' out wit' nice bags you got bills to pay, and all she bring is price tags you never thought you'd be the one to hook a gold digger but every time she claim love it make her nose bigger and she don't know Tigger, but them double G's right if you thinkin' that you got it, I suggest you think twice 'cause she creepin' Verse 2 Next scenario she heard you comin' out her friend's stereo gettin' hot locally, so she plottin' to marry you very loose, known around the ATL like Lauren London's character so she chasin', you kickflip, she varial you can't run away from them groupies forever, she the chief massage ya back and she a devil in between the sheets them legs thick and the higher them breasts sit the more you want her to bring it back, to see them sex tricks there ain't no exit, once you lost in that vagina maze you smokescreen her, but she findin' you behind the haze a couple different highlights in her tracks, got the purple and dirty blonde, and her makeup on some Cinemax before you made it, this wouldn't have been an issue now every time you hit the club, them hoes tryna kiss you you slip up and she gets you, evacuate the scene if you hit it unprotected, she got you for 18 man she creepin' Verse 3 'Ye tried to tell ya feedin' all them hoes, that's inevitable failure just a young nigga wit a world full of knowledge kickin' rhymes for the generations, watch ya lady 'cause she creepin'

Uh No one man above the crew No one man above the crew Who got the juice? Uh tryna be that one, man above the crew tryna be that one, man above the crew Never watch the news Groups of kids in classrooms nationwide been poisoned by, inferior circumstances attention been directed away from our issues to large missiles that's why youngins takin' bullets to they heart tissue n every time I see a death up on the news, I'm waitin' for follow ups 'cause murder always comes in twos the homeless, destitute ain't got no avenues so women up on the corner blowin' pipes like the blues it's a bad time indeed, these ain't anomalies seems like around the world we got the same kinda needs workin' for common peace, but when they callin' Jesus up he never seems to answer so instead they blazin' trees up police busy arrestin' niggas for weed when it's really not the problem infectin' our seeds they blame it on the games, rap music and Mickey D's when they pumpin' distorted reality through they TVs uh... no diggity, tell me what's the missin' piece foreclosures, wit families up in the streets stories always about a foreign killer when our government, hits em in threes like Reggie Miller (don't shoot me) am I talkin' truth, absolutely inner cities more dangerous than where the troops be a Bruce Lee impressionist, when I kick my messages I'm just a reporter, y'all decide what the lesson is this lyricism is my weapon bitch they can't take away my words, never and now I'm better than ever Some of these cops is pussy and cats be chasin, after rats from basic instinct, or is it how they trained 'em wear a bandanna, hang up on the wrong corner regularly, and they just assumin' niggas is bangin' and the story ranges, from illegal raids in, the projects to drug heists actually makin' sense if you close to law enforcement, don't take offense this is just some revolutionary talkin' from the fence uh... if you read the signs, you would realize that you ingestin' some real lies wit yo real eyes yes, our President is black, but its bigger than that we still got WorldStar settin' niggas back a good fifty, years pass, we cryin' no tear gas 'cause our sons dyin' in the streets and no amount of, rhetoric is gonna fix it, if I'm soundin' pessimistic, hold up nigga let's refer to statistics 'cause it's been, what, 60 years almost since Jim Crow ended, we still sheddin' tears for votes but you can, hear the notes of victory when I be spittin' 'cause my skin color probably feared the most and no doubt that I'm, and exception wit me n mine 'cause I got a college degree, around some freer minds but I consider, to be our duty as spitters to be philosophical beyond the bullshit on Twitter stop the boastin' son, we know ya 9 iron knocks a hole in one but life is bigger than you might consider from behind the trigger wit all the street cred prison for life'll get ya you could start rappin', just don't expect me to trifle wit ya nahh 'cause I'm tryna be that one, man above the crew I'm tryna be that one, man above the crew the devil always lookin' for recruits but I'm spendin' all my free time slippin' up out the noose, word up

Verse 1 I remember way back in California when I first heard The Chronic I was 10 (hah) I had to make amends, for my lack of knowledge on hip hop, so I'm payin' homage real music disappearing like the Sonics before I lyrically vomited I was just a youngin' wit a desire for J's, that shit was like validation nothin' but classic R&B on the radio stations plus the hip hop, that got me inspired, my motivation was Nas, Rakim, LL Cool, stayin' afterschool bumpin' Kriss Kross at the gym, BBD at the pool back when wearin' Reebok was respectable, remember that? Clinton era, when all the houses went to Democrats before my Timberlands, Osh Kosh back when Pete would Rock MJ in Space Jam, whole world was sneaker shocked championship number 4 coincided wit Independence Day my favorite movie, same year that 'Pac passed away and the pastor say, try to learn from ya past, right I'm tryna help a game recoverin' from gas lights my generation known for technology, and I done seen enough shit to blow your mind I feel like Socrates Fresh Chorus What ya know about me over 21 and I ain't showin' ID backpack strap loose, no bottle still I got juice rockin' Jumpmans over my feet Wake up... get it together n I raise up runnin' shit, I gotta keep the pace up trust I got my J's and they laced up Verse 2 Suburbs in LA, that's traffic wit no valet, lookin' for them rich folks, Beverly Hills is that way modest means, actin' out and chasin' childish dreams and thirteen years later, nigga I'm doin' the same..thing and I still got that N, 64 on deck I been bidin' my, time, and relivin' it through these rhymes while exercisin' fantasies runnin' through all these dimes it was My Brother And Me, remember the slide we used to climb backwards? them clothes, always hand me downs until we grow why the hell Bishop shot up Raheem, I don't really knoowww Juice got arrested, same time, my homie sent me Naughty By Nature instrumentals, so they could Feel Me Flow this that decade that made a nigga, schoolyard fights and we was too bad for babysitters, had everything I could ask for can't pretend to be po', ask anybody I grew up with, I was friendly before everything changed...future still most promising in the house I found this rap shit, lost it like pennies up in the couch, chillin' out, hoopin' after school, beatboxin' on desks no doubt, 90's was better, now I'm out to be the best nigga fresh Air Jordan 11's, errybody rocked 'em from the hoes to the reverends y'all remember those, every day was like an episode of the best shows, fiendin' to get the best of clothes I, reminisce on, the decade that built me up afternoons outside, one on one for 20 bucks man... sometimes I the world could rewind thoughts of an adolescent as I sat up on the bus word up

Everybody got that one they fell in love wit, and then drifted away from girl I gave you my heart, my spirit and then some gettin' sick of you insistin', a nigga ain't deliver uhhhh I beg to differ, was helpin' out yo sister she turned around diggin' me like I ain't never missed ya girl I got some blisters, workin' til my hands raw tryna keep it together, microscopin' my damn flaws take a break from the, pointin' fingers distributin' blame shit gotta say, you done changed, this really ain't the same chick I met, in '97...I might be callin' up the reverend lookin' like you 'bout to snap at any second never learnin' my, lesson 'cause I kept runnin' back to the same woman that left me hangin' without a jacket in rain a triflin', backstabbin' type of chick wit a vendetta for decent niggas, in my defense girl I made you Your ex-boyfriend was beatin' you, remember that shit? girl you always had a knack for attractin' them half-wits I took you away from all of that, he was callin' actin' like you was his property, it's me that had him fallin' back I guess you losin' yo memory in the short-term spreadin' lies about how I treated you, well its yo turn dig this, so far I been complicit wit the ignance but at this point I'm considerin' switchin' phone digits up you on some Robin Givens, tried to kick me in my nuts keyin' niggas cars up, 'cause you thinkin' yo heart crushed my tolerance, is higher than most, but common sense is tellin' me I need to get out this environment domestic violence is nothin' new to me grew up in a, broken home, seeing everything you see as a kid now I'm removed, two parents had to choose one I ain't tryna repeat, what the hell is you talkin' bout? I couldn't stop you from walkin' out, don't be comin' back wit that, I forgive you bullshit, let's talk it out huh, I don't want no parts of somebody that doesn't trust me keep leavin' them messages about how much you love me now this shit up on a different level, same game and you actin' like I switched up, girl I ain't changed always been the one, you called over when you needed a shoulder but girl I'm done, only memories remain 'cause it's over Can I flex real quick? bet you mad 'cause a nigga livin' good gated community while you still up in the hood social network bashin', that everlastin' hate that you got for me, I ain't never understood but it wasn't all bad, we was hoopin' at the park holdin' hands n all of that, I put it down after dark then you wanna snap, sayin' I can't get you back I don't want you though, maybe now I can finally relax Fresh Prince

Uh, don't complain, man you asked for it don't complain, man you asked for it Look, I'm sittin' at the crib the other day right thinkin' back on my life, backtrackin' recountin' shit that happened runnin' my childhood back, wit slow motion reactions events that fucked up my mindset, and some that had me laughin' all in all I been blessed though wit, family, health in essence, openin' presents from the hospital to adolescence the sibling rivalry, coupled wit some fights that we was witnessin' between parents that would fall on knives for me I rightfully, inherited anger problems by the time I got to college, was hidin' behind all my smiles wit kind gestures and comic relief, grades was the least of my issues, along wit several women that I misused comin' behind a misogynist, and a mother that started drama wit, everybody, she just went down the list no wonder niggas like me, decide to rap about the shit that we encounter, now I'm askin' what happens now A skinny nigga, big head dreams bigger realized vision 16s on the trigger what the hell happens when ya find ya lane rappin' went from concrete jungles to the trees wit gorillas I was Nahh I don't condone violence or broken bones but I done had, my share of fights n some bad, luckily, nobody ever brought rifles to class I had some sane classmates, but it's like 50 last dates 'cause a nigga moved, too many times for me to count the perpetual new kid, wit intelligence leakin' out I had to, earn my stripes like them niggas wit whistles ambitious, I'd be damned if I have to live in the middle always holdin' in, what I'm feelin' 'cause my pops is military no real friends, 'cause every school was just temporary Became a poet, why'd I do it? 'Cause chicks like it commenced writin' about my problems I was sendin' every emotion I felt, anger & frust-ration was pourin' out I parlayed to spoken word the lord announced I been pre-ordained to bring that lyrical rain Found my purpose in life and I won't never be the same but I'm askin' Chorus Yeah got me buried underground got no time to wait, man I'm comin' now pourin' out my soul, so I'm buzzin' now feelin' like a king but, dynasties go up and down tryna live forever (2x)

Verse 1 I ain't no Drake type, baby but I feel for ya ain't you tired of bein' the one he misused? you got kids to feed, bills that gotta be paid exercisin' your options, every lottery played for real you way too pretty to have ya makeup runnin' cryin' to ya cousin bout some nigga that hit it and ran I got constructive criticism for yo next date sit back n listen baby press play This is a PSA You quarterbackin' them, trash niggas runnin' after them, at top speed body armor got a crack in 'em show ya ass crack in them, jeans ridin' low and then you askin' em, why they cheatin' on you while you smackin' em in fact, girl you welcome that honestly 'chasin' after them local athletes, no pads, but you still on ya knees fallin' out drunk, but you like it tho n impressed, by niggas behind an S like you Lois (like you Lois) and ya momma doesn't help 'cause she's a hoe too niggas steady posted in her box like a phone booth drama poppin' off, I bet that you the one behind it hair weave puller, double chainz attractin' ya iris, huh I hate to call ya basic, but if that shoe fits and you followin' after these broke niggas shoe prints guess we got a winner, somebody got to get her off of this self-pity shit, you always actin' bitter listen up Uh Do what Lauryn recommends, showin' off ya ass 'cause you thinkin' it's a trend won't work hard rock when you really are a gem, stop showin' off ya ass 'cause you thinkin' it's a trend Verse 2 Vicious cycle, keep messin' wit known players they steady disappearing like the ozone layer all day it's, more of the same, com-plainin' bout somebody that left you hangin', where yo self control at? hold that thought for just a second, ma fragile on the inside, but them nails weaponized quick to snap on, an honest dude that got a future n stayed with that other nigga that threatened to shoot ya some Rihanna shit, claim you half-Indian, but predominant features, obviously comin' from that ratchet Black side that's why you gon' die alone if you don't straighten up don't believe me? hey, messin' wit them Stevie J's ain't the move, if you tryna move forward wit ya life trippin' like, a real nigga's Kryptonite to ya postin' pictures of ya cleavage and ya ass crack gon' get the same niggas prone to give ya flashbacks do this Residual, feelings never leavin' you and that's fine, learn to live wit it, I be bleedin' too you just gotta stop givin' niggas a reason to take advantage, you know good n well you don't wanna reproduce stop fallin' for superficial shit that he can do, payin' more attention to paid bills that he produce what's he bringin' to the table? Are you matchin' that shit? does the thought of wifin' you, throw him off his axis questions you need to ask this nigga before he packs his bags up, I know that sometimes its mad tough I done been there, done that, some pretty bad stuff you want a passionate dude that gets his ass up 'cause these kids need a father, while you ridin' that bus think about ya own future, don't let that pass up one love Guess I changed my mind, you gon' end up wit the right one if you takin' ya time hopefully you get the message when I'm layin' these rhymes you headed in the right direction, obeyin' the signs 'cause I'm just sayin' tho, eventually you get tired of playin' roles standin' up for what you want, then you started sayin' so take some advice, I ain't captain save-a-ho you gon' get the man that you been waitin' for...trust

Listen up I, saw you comin' from across the street you lookin' like the type of woman I'd be honored to meet ya vibe tight, got that whip lookin' right but who's that nigga sittin' in it, more importantly, you wifed up? I see more than a few, rings sittin' on them fingers custom made necklaces the indication lingers got a nigga thinkin' you committed to, somebody, cause ya body too mean for you to be alone, comin' from a decent home, i could tell that as soon as you spoke your attractiveness, got these niggas doin' the most and I ain't tryna add to it, so I'm playin' it cool chillin' on the wall, watchin' as you walked by parked wide, blockin' off a driveway I got a little closer, and I heard the other guy say "hurry up baby, you gon' make us late", and that confirmed my suspicions but I'm tryna talk to ya, we can make him wait If you only knew... I think I found my Carmen S.D. Is that you baby? I know you got a man, but ...what's that got to wit me? Let me talk to ya, uh Ya hair curly all up in the back, and I could watch you walk in widescreen Cinemax ya legs Brazilian waxed, ass lookin' mighty fat in a good way, wit a "ph", picture you comin' back wit me, girl we can get away and say al vida zein to that lame you came wit if I put it down, you won't be wakin' up the same chick for sho, now I ain't got no suicide doors on a Rolls, or that rose gold wit designer clothes but I got this flow crazy like the Amazon tho let's hit this house party up and see if you can wine slow 'cause my homie play lookin' out for the kid and I can't, take my mind off of how tight ya outfit is let's see what the outcome is, if you take a chance and get with me I'll hit you off from every angle, put yo ass to sleep girl on the real, you the one I been lookin' at for weeks I done seen my share of Mona Lisas, you a masterpiece no doubt Aight nigga who the mack, give up that five that you promised me wasn't gon' do it honestly, I ain't the type to homewreck but them bikini clad trophies, don't go to niggas that don't flex y'all thought I wasn't gon' do it, she gon' play me to the left and have me lookin' hella stupid but you thought wrong I got her interest, even if she ain't tryna roll at the moment she took my number, gotta count for somethin', don't it? (somethin' don't it) on a scale of 1 to 10, I got a 98 plus I'm only 17, so that has to validate my street cred, I'll be talkin' shit for several weeks, trust after this house party, she'll be lettin' me touch she doesn't, carry herself like all these other girls tho if I win this bet, I'm bout to let the whole world know 'cause I'm the mack daddy, or the daddy mack, forget which had me kriss krossed off the colors of her lipstick my Carmen S.D.

Uh S/o to Heavy one time ya dig Welcome to my gym, flexin' on the bench press, treadmillin' in some Timbs single-handedly, bringin' back a decade, that's known for the fresh shit Bernie Mac Above The Rim, focused on the next hit I am the best spit, acid, Nesquik black dude that drop poisonous rhymes, I'm blessed wit the prowess, to get a message out like cell towers conscience of an angel, wit the gates of hell power mic check, you posin' a mighty light threat and I'm ballin', name up on my back, write checks ain't fallin' for jack shit, I ain't got no accent beat got me rushin', and I ain't doin' backflips but hey, we can slow it down too sittin' in my corner til' its round two fuck that, give the order to my ground troops yellin' at you niggas like my bedroom is sound proof, I refuse to, lose track of my identity no, sympathy for those gettin' lost in they own history literally, vomit up that weak shit you droppin' plus you lames soft, find nuts like Ibaka punch, chief rocker, highly respected like Sinatra most niggas, tryna get a phantom like the opera but me, I'm kickin' off, got a contract for soccer pullin' muscles on the mic, man I prolly need a doctor throwback to a better time, 1-9 to the 9-0 don't know about it, nevermind let it... breathe S/o to Heavy, my rhymes followin' suit how do I lose, when I'm flippin' niggas outta they shoes got em in twos, standin' in front of the, door to fame my numbers up, now I guess we gotta play the waitin' game I graduated I should stop right (we don't stop) or try to cross over into pop right (we don't flop) nahh, niggas sellin' out I don't like (but they makin' bucks) tell me somethin', what that got to do with us and by us, I mean me, entourage is myself and I I love my fans, ain't sayin' y'all ain't helpin I'm kinda hard headed, Triceratops cause I deaded all the dead weight steady takin' credit 'cause all day, all I do is write and bang tracks out grind, get money, while my debit card tapped out blacked out, and rap 'bout, trust issues, and scud missiles them critics sendin' out to fuck wit you name another, mainstream or undercover, rapper wit all this passion, man I never get enough of, entertaining my people, wordplay is on third base mainly 'cause I'm never showin' to work late my work place, littered wit, bodies of the opposition no sleep makin' classics so y'all can listen to my music from beyond this life, shine my lights I'm goin' round 9 wit Mike I gotta, breathe They said have patience but if you want the throne, you ain't sittin' on a waitlist real talk... get ya ass up and get somethin' makin' em acknowledge my hustle, no frontin' Breathe and that's CPR watchin' life fast forward on the DVR look at my generation, you can see we are innovators man if nothin' else, we put some heat up on the shelf top flight, seein' red like stoplights anger fuelin' all my lyrics off the top right niggas lyin' if they sayin' that I'm not nice can't see me, get off ya toes you are not Mike nigga when I can't breathe, the microphone is my respirator been an outkast steppin' in the elevator hit the highway, I'm doin' buck fifty claim you married to the game, I just met her later that's my chick