[Intro]
[Verse 1]
You can tell a man by the group he's among
So I keep it tight-knit and avoid those loose with the tongue
I'm a man of few word's because the truth is unsung
So when you see me then it'll just be a salute and a thumb
I was sitting on the roof in the sun
Mixing juice with Jamaican Rum while taking a zoot to the lung
I have a couple of option's that need deducing to one
Should I be doing this for funds or should I do it for fun?
See if I was keeping too real i'd be reputed as scum
And that's a fan base reducing to none
But if I was keeping it too sweet, could my music be shunned?
f** excusing a pun, picture me invest
Blood, sweat and years in this music i've done for me to not be recouping a crumb
I wrote a formula confusing to some, like computing a sum
It's gotta be GI or JackKnife on the loop and the drums
With my Phonetics like Mook & The Sons
[Hook: Jess Kav]
I've been tryna change my ways, but at times you push me to the edge
You don't wanna see the side of me, when the negativity runs through my head
Then i'll be dead wrong, dead wrong, dead wrong
But I gotta be headstrong, headstrong, headstrong
[Verse 2]
When I prefer to be alone I put a divert on the phone
Leave a message when referred to the tone, immersed in the zone
Working on the verse of a poem
Still instilling a sense of fulfilling a sk** it took me an era to hone
I'm taking it back to the barebones, when Monica was sharing her home
Used to be skipping school, wanted to be spitting j**els
Like the rarest of stones in Sierra Leone
The fam called me fresh prince cause I was the heir to their throne
And stayed fresh without a squirt of cologne
Fast forward, me and my mother were conversing
She says i'm more determined than any person she's known
But she's scared not knowing where is it going
I said I thought you were as good as gone twice without a hair on your dome
Cause I was birthed alone and i'll leave this earth on my own
So while i'm here my only concern is me taking good care of my own
(Only concern is me taking good care of my own, now that's keeping it real)
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
So blaze some gra**, take a drag or raise a gla** of Shiraz
Toast with me to the future that we grafted to have
At last, alas.. I been thinking since Lunitic had pa**ed
I'm tasked with carrying the mast with the flag
Though it's sad we'd never a minute to hit the lab to do a collab
It's mad when i'm out gigging with all the lads that you had ama**ed
Last night we were blasting some Nas
Reminiscing, drinking to the good old days.. the past is the past
When I said I wanted to do this half of them lambasted and laughed
Now we're winning, they're grinning but that's a mask
Too bad, cause I can see past their facade
So consider that next time you music critics ask why i'm cra**
f** swag i'm the last of the suave
Polo glad rags have them tryna figure if it's cla** or pizzazz
I live this life like every gasp is my last
If you've a different opinion to that then kiss your hand on behalf of this a**
[Hook]