Verse(1):
Lyrical exercise
Tryna become a master mind
Past his time
Better late, than too late
I'm still what's ahead like a toupe
But n***as are too cheap to pay me mind
I hitch words together for the hell of it
Prolly why i'm not relevant
To these celebrities, hip hop celibates
That don't celebrate without hella cake
I do it for the peace of mind when i piece these lines
I use it to escape when hate marinates in place
Then the pen's hands feed it to the page
As the words slide down the rage dies down
As long as the world keeps its rotate a motion
I'mma showcase emotion while i slowface the potion
The game most space for notion
Understood?
Hook: (x3)
See, I do it cuz i love it
Do it for the love
Do it for the hate
Do it for the feeling
So fulfilling
Like fat boys with cream filling
Always willing as long as time keeps k**ing
Verse(2)
Whats understood, ain't gotta be said
Misunderstood, so let it be said
But theres no way to make this understood
Is this understood?
You should catch the gist of cuz the proof is in the pudding
Excuse me, but you shouldn't
Cuz usually you couldn't
Hope you paid the cost
But for your amazing loss
Stay on your tippy toes so you don't fall behind
My book of rhymes, or should i say my book of time
Cuz this more like an almanac, then the times i've trapped
Take a second to think
Wink, the exact second it sinks
Let your mind race
Like were racing for pinks
No room for mistakes
Like were tracing with ink
Hook: (x3)
See, I do it cuz i love it
Do it for the love
Do it for the hate
Do it for the feeling
So fulfilling
Like fat boys with cream filling
Always willing as long as time keeps k**ing
Verse(3)
But still dreams, of one day to reach my dreams ceiling
But dreams aren't always what they seem
The lights, the screams
Excite when scene,ignite the teens
Then fight for seats
Just to listen to an average joe speak
Thats what i hope to see at my peak
If the money comes, let it come along
But money isn't why i'm drawn
See, i'm hip hop's son
Raised by jay, nas, big , pac, and pun
It's freaky
Hook: (x3)
See, I do it cuz i love it
Do it for the love
Do it for the hate
Do it for the feeling
So fulfilling
Like fat boys with cream filling
Always willing as long as time keeps k**ing