I know I've seen better days
I know that I could live in such a better way,
Than I do, but when I feel the sun rays hit my face
I know that I'm destined to be great
You could call it fate, you could call it grace,
I'm just gonna call it reachin' everything I've chased,
I'm just gonna call it, another of life's volleys
and I ain't signed yet? That's another of life's follies
This is tax free, that's a write off
Dumbin' out- TRIBAL
I work around the clock and I ain't never take a night off
Cuz this music is my passion, there's been a couple casualties
There's always love there, and that ain't from the half of me
That's the whole of me, from my soul to you
I just keep it honest in my rhymes like I'm supposed to do
I'm fluid when I do it like the ocean do,
Smoother than a lotion's lube
Locomotion, combustion, hustlin' when I'm rollin' through
And I been rappin' for like 9 years now
I'm finally feelin' like, I'm ready for that crown
This that BRICK through ya window tune
Rhymes of your impending doom
It's lookin' like a revolution, I'VE risen from Huey's tomb,
I'm like Jacob, lettin' you peep out the hue of jewels
That unadulterated music through the tubes of Truths,
You make a livin' off of amusin' coons,
Fuck that shuckin' and jivin', I ain't no fuckin' loon,
And while gas prices high as Wiz Khalifa,
Blitzed out his mind off of dime bags of reefa,
We glued to our sets, watchin' royalty get married
Someone tell me what the hell is wrong with this picture?
From the Book of David to the Book of Paul scripture
This is what we like to call a totally divine mixture
The way I shine could resign all ya light fixtures
to the cardboard that they came from, you get it mister?
I'm that Cali bud wrapped up in that brown swisha,
They call me piff, they call me dope
They call me future, they call me hope
They call me -sniff sniff- they call me Lohan, or coke
Cuz you can't spell piff without the PF
That's my word homie 'til I see death
And that might come sooner than I'm knowin'
But the soonest that I'm goin'
Is after given y'all somethin' that you all can show them...
Cuz I'm etchin' out, stretchin' out my legacy
X'n out the competition, next up, yea, I better be
I better blow, like I'm Cole, yea I move aggressively
A light sleeper, but a heavy dreamer, that's the recipe
Two parts talent with a couple scoops of swagger
A few spoons of luck, and a couple cups of Jäger
Meister, maestro, gimme pyro
Technics with the mic check, then I'll go viral
HAM on these bologna sandwiches ANGUISHIN'
Over where their next check comin' from, dammit then
They livin' Friday to Friday, I do it my way
Rebecca Black versus Sinatra, it's obvious my place
Don't get it twisted, yea I got miles to go
A thousand miles in with a thousand more to go
Career will be long, and the seeds that I'll sew
Will see other artist-es blossomin' to grow,
Hope you see my growth; personal, professional
I'm getting' higher marks like I stole all the professor's notes
But there aren't any shortcuts for where I'm goin'
The scars and the bumps are the proof that I'm chosen,
The beast about to come out, so think before provokin'
Even in the cage you'll get bitten if you poke 'im,
So get ya fists up, get ya fists up, and show 'im
Celebrate this music man, remember, you owe him...