Lyrics

ee how I mastered my craft; you better study your math.
I go hard, every day, all my life, I dont play.

My flow wet I left the faucet leaking; pardon my verbiage thats the chronic speaking.
Im about to hurt em like them daddy beatings; Im talking crazy like Im Puerto Rican.
Grind on the weekends, no more sleeping; who done let the geek in?
Im from the streets but I’m smart as screech; never saved by bell I’m a knowledge leach.
I sat in college seats, kept my receipts; all these student loans got your brodie scheming in his sleep. (it’s real)
So when I’m on the stage, understand my rage; Im hot a summer days.
On some occas, I would feel amazed; but never settle for contested Js.
Im a mogul coaching legends like I’m Frank Vogel; I;ve done told you I’m the illest, you know the deal is.
Turn it up and feel it,
turkey bacon in the skillet; and Im about to kill it; add a waffle and bagel I’m the freaking realest. (you better
breakfast).

Hickory dickory dock, whos this kid spitting riddles he hot.
I flow sweeter than a skittle time to give up your spot. I grew up on Lox,
but raised in Californ where they box.
Im from southside Blythe homie, what you know about that southside life homie.
Fried bologna, grape cool aid, and a tenderonie; thats how people know me.
Ive matured peep my testimony. My daddy tony left me lonely, but I hold no grudges.
The pain nudges me to vent, in my hearts a dint. but I was born with sense.
So I expect more than a dollar when it39;s time for rent. I give 100 never settle 99% percent.
So my vibe is sick, like pulled up in a clinic asking doc to fix. Im out the sticks, right there by the ditch.
I miss my granny cooking grits, grandpa laying bricks, Im dedicating hits (this got me missing my folks).