Gatta keep it real with you I wasnt shit to begin with
I was all about the childish games man was I a misfit
No appeal whatsoever annoyin to say the least
Just a small fry that got thrown away before the feast
You kno what that made me? even worst than a side piece
But Im done with the self pity tryna drive from the backseat
Take the world in my hands I cant promise I wont drop it
But whenever theres divide Ill send piece of the hostage
Had to regulate its hard running the state of the culture
Hip hop was dead but got consumed by some vultures
Leaving nothing behind but startin fresh in the year
Will this be the best era? its really hard to compare
Only thing that I can promise is Ill leave my mark
Ill put in double for everything when they see my arc
Floodin the streets with music is the way that Ill cleanse it
My every move will be big Ill leave the same way I entered
