Verse 1

Yeah, I been sellin' these CDs feelin' slightly hot
My fans snortin' my rhymes and think it might be rock
Lately my life is like a whip stuck in the body shop
But I, hustle until I hear that buzzer blow like hockey shots
I promised my fans I'll never pull a Wayne and lollipop
My way to success, so I'm takin' the punches like when Rocky box
Rakim and Nas were my role models, I'm the golden son
If people hate then I just PGA and put a hole in one wit
(BARS) prisons couldn't match this level of confinement
I'm feelin' in my day-to-day, breakin' out every time I'm rhymin' nigga
Feelin'-feelin' like I got that perfect timin'
If pictures got a thousand words in 'em, these sentences be changin' lives
These declarations of freedom that got my fate implied
Creatin' my dividends, cause I ain't inherit my pay
Tryna help my niggas in the street see the err in they ways
Through music so they can sing about me like Eric Benet n

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Verse 2

How I feel is like, frustrated though I'm shinin' like a million lights
Buildin' on this progress, til it looks as if the ceiling might
Cave in, its amazin' the way we neglect our brothers comin' from p-jects
They get boxed in until they cut they way out, c-sections
I reflect, on days when I felt deserted
When friends left a nigga hangin', swear they did that shit on purpose
Graduation makin' me nervous, cause the cold world is just waitin' to
Put a freeze on my dreams, so I evicted my patience to
Make room for this hustle, the only way that my people make it
Is gettin' that education or fallin' on entertainment
I'm tryna do both, got these gifts placed in my dome
Reminiscing on my successes, mistakes lacing my throne
I got 100k in loans, and I gotta pay that back wit' interest
Then give back to my people that's strugglin' behind them fences
I see all this through the lenses of a nigga whose life is bleak
Man I just found my fuckin' callin', I ain't been this hype in weeks
You trippin' thinkin' I'mma