I'm the man that work with progress Nowadays rappers ain't got context But you know that's business right That's why we got so much office, congress Back to the market, make more projects With less topic, just for a little bit of change in their pockets Making me cry like I'm peeling a garlic, I'm so solid, please don't tell me stop it Too sick that I just might, just might vomit Drunken in love with the game otherwise you could say I'm an alcoholic Funny how people thought I was balling I was broke in the street just starving All I did was write all day and night I was trying to get a show like Martin Just kept going no stopping Open every door that I seen that was knocking This a program everybody want to login But you got to get a ring just for the calling
Feels so far away So so so far away Feels so far away But another step closer You're taking me closer
Doctor please, hip hop is bleeding It's saturated with Drakes and Weezys Need a hundred ccs of creativity And breathe back the genuinity Into a dying genre I'm a Saviour with one mantra No regrets, no look backs No front and no drama They be like, no don't do it, Osama don't do it There's no future in this homie, don't be so stupid But I was like screw it, this is what I love Enough to balance two things and pursue it Rhyme like Charles Manson on some crazy shit Dope enough to make believers out of atheists Full of myself, flow ill and it makes me sick In a pool full of sharks, I come in like Moby Dick