Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'?
Just a few beats and bars, you feel me?
Aye, I'm still pullin' beats up off that hard drive
Can't let them pass me but I'm on that Pharcyde
And I used to swear by my water sign
But now I fish for fishies where the water's high
And it's clearer than any cup of that Belvedere
These sophomore raps go hard as the sonnets
I spat in freshman year
4C still tight under bonnets, I foresee bands too
Still make a beat that you do your favorite lil' dance to
Still got that twinkle in my eye, and my mans too
Still will slay a demon if they try in my clan too
Knuck if they buck and we plan to
Rough and we tough with our hands glued
Face the floor, intercede, we got legs like centipedes
Face the palm, empty me, cause the body under siege
Pull us from the pit like Cory pull a brisket, center piece
Pull us from the pit like when he snatched the keys, Prince of Peace
They don't feel me though, but they the ones I feel the most
They the ones that click and post
They the ones I'm keeping close to my pen
Will I pass the test of maturity It depends
Will I cop some mess on some foolery with my ends
No because I grown now
And I know to check the interest on them loans now
And I know I cannot do this on my own now
And I know it's by the spirit that I'm known now
I been in a mirror taking inventory face to face
I done switched the game but never dropped the ball and kept the base
I done gave him glory even when my feet was stuck in place
And back against the wall but aye yo
Don't she sound like what's his face?
I do and I don't but either way it make no never mind
Sobered up my thoughts, so either way my flow forever wine
Better, better, better, Marvin Sapp, it ain't no better line
Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, keep your cheesecake, I got Cinnabons
Icing with my dough, cause it's pricey when I go
These bars cost him just a little, so we liquidate the flow
Honor the debt that was paid, I think you missing it
This ain't no performance, this is worship with the gift he give
I know what they call me, but he freed me of a care to give
They can call me Spalding, cause I bounce a bar like Jason Kidd
They can call me Rawlings, cause I'm vintage, but I keep the Riz
They can call me Wilson, ain't a pick, I couldn't hit or slip
I'm just playing my position
Keep a decent brush, I'm just cleaning out my kitchen
Dishes piling up, I'm just trying to get a niblet
But ain't it hard to eat when everything is looking filthy?
