Every chance that I took, every rhyme in my book
Every vision I pursued til they gave me a look
Fishin for a hit without tryna get a hook
Now its back to the studio to see what I could cook
Older habits tend to die the hardest
But the lack of it is what kills an artist
Repitition is the father of learning
So I learnt to win and repeated my earnings
Life is first class before they did the math
bottom of the barrel is the way they travel
And they hate to see me walkin on a golden path
Just wait til they see me pullin up to my castle
The only way to take it with a grain salt
And if they aint seasoned then its not my fault
Back to the basics where you tend to excel
You wont go above and beyond Ill have to raise hell
