I ain’t never had no money but this life blessing
Waking early every morning to the sun im stretching
Dj grumble on the stereo the vibes im catching
No need for guns im killing wack emcees without uh weapon
Im 25 I graduated college now im working
For myself because that 9 ta 5 shit had me hurting
Looking in the mirror everyday I told myself i
Got ta get it, no excuses, writing daily, may I
Tell you bout uh little journey not concerning
The earnings inside my wallet, my story about the knowledge
And problems I don’t know how to, escape
Writing emotions on paper I find it hard to relate
Sometimes I feel like a burden in life some sorta mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….

Frienemies acting like they know me
Who are you? You are not the hommie
Inner-city, Inglewood bro I get respected
so when you see me better come protected
and yea im talking bout cha spiritual
god son in the booth im writing miracles
I take my time to write the rhyme because im lyrical
Quality control my rhyme align every syllable
Cortana versus serie
All the new technology I swear makes me weary
Really,
I just wanna sit outside ill be alright
Ill chill and write uh million before I run the city
In the final hour nothing pretty
I ran uh hundred miles around my city
Everywhere I go they treat me shitty
But I could give two fucks I don’t need pity
Cuz I be showing love to everybody
Grew uh pound I broke it down, & smoked with everybody
You new in town, you foolish clown, I thought you knew somebody
But truly, you ain’t never knew the lyric ladi dadi
Call me uh burden, mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….



ya lyrics they ain’t even help me bro
its slacking inner passion & its lacking spiritual
I even memorized it front back, you wack emcees
Just lack uh certain accuracy, I rap with the tenacity
And talent painting masterpieces, you should ask the people
Ya boy from Ingle, fighting evil, when I drop single,
Check the stylo, mathematic grammer hot as gyros
Cold as zero smoking wack emcees like cigarillos
Honestly international recognition,
Im soulful and patient wishing
A piece of ya heart would listen
to the sounds of oral tradition
basic I math be kicking
flip the style like addition
keep smile in the kitchen, cooking up soul for the mission
in control of my vision, give you the soul that chu missing
all around colored people in the struggle, working double
steady hurting, so uncertain, in a bubble no more troubles…
count cha blessings, learn ya lessons, some are subtle
this is live entertainment buddy, I do it for GOD,
Oh my GOD, on my job, So I Don’t follow facades…but
Call me uh burden, mistake
Because I can’t provide my family with that mansion estate
My day one hommies tell me take it easy, life is a bitch
What type of life is this where life exist we throw it away
Im slowing going insane….