[Verse 1: Creative Gold]
Started in 93
But I'm so 84 Jordan
Feeling like Aries of this recording
Who want war with him, no one
I'm a legend
If I die today remember that
Straight up all the talking boy
I ain't with the chitter chat
Need to relax, I'm into rap
Music on the f**ing max
Show me love I give it back
Calling the god income tax
No one in my bracket
Promise you there's nobody
If they ever try to test me
Good luck on finding the body
k**ing these rappers softly
Lauren Hill with the sharpie
At the garden with Spike
Ain't even pay for the floor seats
Traveling state to state
Learning from my mistakes
One time for that girl Victoria
Can't wait to see your face
You DMV bad
But I got Chi-town love for ya
Driving your kid crazy
But believe me that it's nothing girl
Cause when I make it home
I'm a take out or something
Whatever you wanna do
I'm just tryna keep it true
[Verse 2: Creative Gold]
I'm never hitting my pinnacle
My love for this is physical
If you don't cop the hard copy
I'm proud you got the digital
Argue for a n***a
When they say this project is trash
Tell them I'm the best
& if they disagree to kiss my a**
I quit school for this
I was down to move for this
Argue with my family
For a chance to hold a grammy
To all you piss rappers
s** a dick & die I mean that
I love every bit of music
But n***a I am rap
I'm the reason that my culture
Never gonna die
Cause when I heard that diplomat
Album I said I'm down to ride
Look into my eyes
See the fire in my pride
Every bit of this is true
I would never feed you lies
If you f** with me
I f** with you
Break bread pour a cup for you
You nonbelievers dissing
Believe I had enough of you
f** the blogs
I don't need nobody but my army
I Trust god
So I know none of these n***as harming me