Scribe with a quill I quell thoughts, bookkeep
I got a dream up in a jar my cookie
And it feel outta reach
But the kid no rookie
The skill is evident I got the rap game shooky
I took a couple a shots, yeah the boy too curry
I kept my heart clean so there ain′t no worry
Honesty in purpose, I just wanna be an emcee
Not another trend see, making more than ends meet, ya
I'm just tryna rap for the emcees, ya
Why you tryna nap on me, let′s be real
I been in the wake of the mainstream, yeah
Rapping gave me more than the streamin ya
Little bit of hate and a whole lotta love
I don't even write, it's the lord up above
Gifted with a pen I don′t credit enough
Ball point blazin′ when the play too tough
Bet they missing all of these entendres
Burn like a shot while I tend these bars
Pour you the spirit of the flame in my heart
Bitter to taste do I blame it on art
Profession to passion can't keep em apart
Trip is too taxin′ I'm rediggin scars
Bleed all my pain and they bleedin′ applause
On my knees pleading to be who I sought:
Sitting on the beach sippin mai tai- life style
Man made a mix, like my lime light, Rhyme tight,
Fresh face getting booked poppin up on time lines
Might sine, cos I'm on a wave coppin tan lines
Surf bored over beats, life′s swell, I'm fine
I'm lyin, then phone a friend, that′s a life line
Dogfight, cruise by cloud 9, all G
Top gun, top shelf, I′m fly, 23
Jump-man, bullshit, same old storey
No wait, hold back, back up Looney
Tunes speak blues clean, flow like Bruce Lee
Punchline vengeance, fists of Fury
Crowd like "who's he?" I′m like "who's me?"
Shit′s confusing, Kubrick's movie
Thoughts consuming, Rubik′s cubin
I might lose it, am I lucid (yuh)
Mic cheque for me
Penny for your thoughts, wishing well for me
Young Money destiny
Dolla Kuan dreams, it was meant to be
—I don't what you think of me
I don't what it means to me
But I know what it needs to be
I′m reasons these even wanna be MCs
I flee the Visas fees in Ibiza seas put these VV′s in a freezer please
The G'z′ll squeeze and breeze like a breath or sneeze
Then hit the trees til we look weak in knees,
She wanna jam, Imma put the P in her B
Mentally my only enemy is me and a me
I was just waiting my turn like a key in a V
Anybody get air like a BnB,
I kill and I eat to give me ener-gy
You couldn't brake bricks with a key and gee
Ya′ll talk shhh with a he and a she--
You don't know how to flow well then leave it to me, look
Dolla Kuan, they know we gotta pile it on
Fly where nobody gon pilot on
Everything I jotted on everybody rotted on
Anybody plotted on, got it on
Young Money til the death is the sign on the line that I dotted on
I ain′t hiding im by the lawn
When I get pissed you get potted on
My name ain't listed I shot it on
Name get slipped you get knotted on
When I'm jogging up they logging off
It′s not enough til ya noggin off,
Now it′s the danger zone that sos could anybody save us tone
You made the phone but ain't any neighbors home
Wake up in cave of stone near a case of bones, I′m gone
Mic cheque for me
Penny for your thoughts, wishing well for me
Young Money destiny
Dolla Kuan dreams, it was meant to be
