they ask me why do I rap and then I tell 'em it's love I feel the beat like on X, I tell 'em music is drugs I get into like pussy but I stay hard when I come you got some dirt on your shoulder, I got some dirt in my lungs
but let it be on record that the riches come second music is my love but was a potential ticket to take me outta poverty but nothin' like the lottery because this isn't luck and prayer is only a fallacy
and so I move in to a mood that make me lucid and even though to a lot of people it may be stupid but I steady do it you can say I'm married to it, and that's why my music is my music we call this
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if the music is like crack then that must mean I'm a drug dealer legend in the makin' like I'm Will Smith or J Dilla "bangin'" to these beats like the kick of a drum wit' my cap to the back to the right wit' my gun
then I fire off my bullets like my gun was unemployed then I tell a story like my middle name is Toy like my money gettin' high like my bank account smokin' cannabis 'cause I'm puttin' out songs like hoes do for a pimp
but yo, I cannot say I'm the best only time can tell who can pass the test but I'm damn fuckin' sure that a Grammy gon' be mine it's only a matter of time
'cause I'm a realistic visionary, pessimistic optimist a liberal conservative, a rapper with a different twist a revolutionary rappin' evolutionary like the military I'm keepin' your ears stationary like whoa