Rap game water baloon
You want to gas me up
Put some gasoline in my nostrils and have me shake junt with a couple kids and hunnies
No instead I been getting twitchy and acting funny
That's the way I see when I been looking at all you kids
Going out to them parties and thinking you been big
On Friday nights I'd rather be alone up in my crib
Freestyling over these beats over kickin over dumb sh**s
And that's just how it's been, since day one
Young Daewanson and never been cosigned son
Ever since the day these kids heard the sk** realized I was ill
They been talking about me making money as if I was gonna split the bill
Never been the type to be manipulated
Instead I embed their minds with articulation on how to leave the competition obliterated
Saying otherwise is like asking to be castrated
Last generation of martians have pa**ed now all that's left is this titan call me poseidon
Paid all my dues since I was half your age son
Paid it off earning figures I'll probably never make again
Even when I was 19 I already had a few people benifitin from all the deals I was makin
Sellin mad stacks, dimin 4o's in 6 weeks?
/Yo let me bring that back/
Sellin steel stacks talkin 15 in 6 weeks
And if you think I'm only cut out for the pushin game homie guess again
Don't understand the numbers? Well I guess/I should explain/ the young up and comer
Came up from HUB CITY 19 Started sellin cars so quick they were thinkin I was GREEDY
Then they actin GRITTY, fining me money/ switching deals from under my nose
Until the pressure's on rose
It's all part of the plan only there to find answers about a man
Many have forgotten but few would understand
Why my fathers resting place still leaves holes in my diaphragm
Found my answers now his legacy can live on
It's not about how loud that you stomp but how big the guy is you awake from snoring
So I finish making my numbers and pack the rest up in the back of a black porsche
That I be taking from them/ Because they owe me more
Never admit it though actin like it's folk lore
Only bringing up their worried stories at the dinner table
Like don't you dare fall asleep with the lights off
If you hear a noise and we are not around
It's probably this kid here to teach you about respect
Try and f** with me then I'll f** you up in your own bed
-breake-
Reality check
I'm really in the back of a parking lot// rapping again
Sometimes with my homies//but if not
Keep rapping to myself until my demons back the f** up
And that's just how it's been since I was that magic number
Halfway to thirty feel like I'm jumping steps on the ladder
When I make it to the top I promise to kick down my ladder to finish the job
Wish you gods speed or whatever you need to be making something out of your written dreams
Keep climbing and rhyming and producing diamonds
For anyone who sets their ladder aside to give you the time
And never forget, never forget where you came from
I came from everywhere
I came, I came from everywhere