Flipping through my notebook

Trying to find a clean sheet

Flipping through my cd's

Trying to find a mean beat

Bring heat like August

Most rappers make me nauseous

But ahh

Never stop though

The studio was my sanctuary

May not be legendary

But for now I'm necessary

They call me a good man hell

That's hereditary

They show me so much love

It's like it's always February

Barely made it but I'm here

You got to hate it

I show you the difference

Between winning and being no