Young Santiago - New Houston (Extended Verse) lyrics

[Young Santiago] Begin with the end in mind No, crackers, never see me at the Grammys Until they deliver rap it's new shine Not hidden in compartments unseen on tv Every dufflebag boy deserves an award-winning speech so n***as grab within reach I spit this sh** for Malice, Sandman with a Cannon and Pusha T Adhered to Ab-Liva, the allure of the streets Spied the wisdom of the blush, as a King I speak Directly to J. Prince, I, mean what I seek But I'm nice with my bars, only cause my mind's free Cost a lot to be this cold Caught bodies, seated souls Out the 4-4 concrete cracks, I arose, to impose Will on this universe, I'm the rose No horns, leave those for J. Cole Fly wings when I go In the direction of the goal No dollars for my soul I want my brothers to know that I Never been a b**h Always been a real n***a Never gave a f** how a b**h feel, n***a Never let a b**h n***a be the reason We ain't in Rio, sippin Grande Mai Tais, o Ujo Trill, n***a I mean Trujillo, B ain't know what he heard But he know that I'm a man and I'm a man of my word So, nunca shall I dejar O, leave in a night jar, and sleep on What I've seen from up close, or afar From, West Donovan Street to Carrer Trilla in Barcelona Sippin Coronas with Grace, this is fate I'm spittin Too in tune with the Infinit-y-G-3-5, I'm the 1, 3, 5, 7 Seconds from hell, cause you couldn't answer the question Like Iverson Practice is the answer to perfection, Ah…