I made a promise to be more honest And when they play the song I'm all on it
Talking that star shit Regular kid, middle class, no hardships
Hell of a gift, niggas spaz off the bar spit And y 'alls get snipped quicker than cigar
tips Thick marijuana scent, ripped off a bond hit
Thick ghetto broad in a wig and menage fit Listening to consents just to keep it conscious
I can't feed into the nonsense Feeling like Kyle L, y 'all just seeing Clark
Kent Sleeping harder than the homeless on the park
bench Part of the reason that my home is in the
park, man They say home is where the heart is
So I guess I've been living with different women I had to part with
They call it soft shit, saying niggas better listen While they sitting reminiscing in
the dark vent All for fit for that Henrock
They can't relate to what my pen jot They'd rather hate than give praise
Mention my name, you can hear a pen drop Ain't itching for fame, I'm just trying
to get props Too much to ask for, fuck it I just rap more
Giving them a crash course, dozen and a half bars
Type of spitting that I have them sending in the task force
Giving them that vision that they listen to the track for
Rap raw, leave them slack jaw But that all doesn't last long
So you only good as your last song That's all, so I go hardest
I'm so focused on being a dope artist Cause that's where my heart is
Feel it in my flesh and my cartilage Feel like I'm the best in the garbage
I prove it, they say there's always room for improvement
That's the room you niggas should move in, grooving
To the type of tunes I was grown with and tried
Call Quest, P -Rock, CL Smooth with some wool shit
You be on that new shit, comparing me to you is
Like a pool stick in a toothpick, I do this Low budget is the movement
