Collaboration with my homey (Apothecary Beats) who made the beat, I produced the mix and vocals are me also.

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First song ever

The oldest rapper to never come out, don’t get it twisted man, not out the closet but out my house

Been making beats, perfecting the craft, mathematical lyrics on a war path to reach the mass

I mean really just a few but the few become many (echo)

So many haters converted to moneypenney’s

I don’t what ya like but yo I know what ya need,

Ya need apothecary beats on the mic ya need me

But if it don’t make sense, that’s no consequence, ya gotta listen close before I start to commence



I make sure I keep it real no frontin for you (echo), God as my judge (gavel)

I stay true

To who I am, God Son aint the only one, one mic, one pen, no guns

But my rhymes r like bullets you can feel it when I pull it, the blood gushin in your mind I renew it.



Like an overdue book you don’t know it but ya owe me, I’m givin you the word like really you’s my homie,

But ya aint and ya cant be, it takes time to grow, you cant turn a close fade into a fro

Overnight so better go tell ya friends, ya found a diamond in the rough and you aint gotta pretend,

Because the words wont stop like the rain in a monsoon,

I married my rhyme, this is the honeymoon.