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