It wasn't until the 12th grade
I stopped giving a fuck 'bout those not in my day-to-day
Dropped sports, rap was a just a way to say
Way to lay a plan before I took the base
Hit home runs, while y'all fight for Wraiths
Nah y'all ain't holding guns, but talk like you wanna spray
My middle name Great, my fist name The, last name One
You fake
If I had a dollar for every time the love was really hate
I'd fill up Patagonia, on your medulla, I am the ruler
She a chooser, I done been the atoner, I am the bruiser
I'm the brigade, without no troopers, I'm a bazooka to your pupils
I'll clean the scene up, I'm like a loofa
It's a different set of tools that get used when I'm in the booth
My shit drop it's something like a street sweeper you just a rumba
So we're gonna take a little journey
The road less traveled the uhh
The math is in the soil baby
The math is in the soil
Can't be boof boy talking like you know mine
We built from ground up, y'all fighting for co-signs
From pink bills section 8 housing, food stamps on the whole nine
That door get kicked down during Christmas time ain't no surprise
At five years old you seen it in my eyes
I might not wanna die on the block but get band from Ibiza with my heater
In my leisure, posted with a bad bitch got a swing like Sharkeisha
I done ether'd whole seasons just to let you know I mean it
This feel like a Dickies suit with some creases
This feel like I left my OG speechless in some flannel fleece pieces
I'm a blam em, please leave it
Get your camera need to see this
I know many of them want it, but how many of em bleed it
Two summers over state lines, pack hidden in the speakers
You could act like you would know it all, I promise you ain't teaching
Gotta go and play your roll before you all up in the bleachers judging me
Oh my god
So, here we are
The start of the journey
I hope you smoking, I hope you cruising
Go ahead and take a ride with us for a moment