1st rhyme, I rip beats all the time
Since 06, picked up a mic and decided to rhyme
I remember my first lyrics, always spit the fire
Like T.I. on the mic, the haters call me, “Sire”
Cuz I did it for kicks, not for the paper
Rap game too saturated with too many fakers
I’m talking cats who got one hook and went far
Next thing you see on a face is a star
Why spend the cash to become a f*ckin walkin art
When you fall off, keep the paper, homie be smart
I write lyrics, spit rhymes, and got the BBA
Talented and smart, b*tch I don’t play
Can jump off the beat and get back on
Flexin like the black Hulk Hogan, nigga I’m strong
Ask the 500lb club and that when I B.S.
Thanking God every day because I am blessed
With every talent in the world, clickin a mouse
Gaming with him and her at your house
Clerical talent, I’ll get all days right
Workaholic, I grind day and night
I’m always on a roll, spinnin the wheels….car
Precision with the gun, who you wanna kill or leave a car
Aikido disciplined, my philosophy is life
Hoopin so strong, can truly start a fight
But I can bench the iron, 225 12 times
And I can write poetry and spit rhymes
Ask the girls who know me, I’m real as hell
Will listen to anybody with a story to tell
End my lyrical rhyme, hard to keep this beat
Think you can do better? Nigga take a seat!
End my lyrical rhyme, hard to keep this beat
Think you can do better? Nigga take a seat!
(inspired by Eminem – Fast Lane)