Well my neighborhood was doing murders in the streets
I walked away- I dropped the nine picked up a mic and put murder on the beat
I wanted to learn how to rhyme
And please God and my mom
Instead of how to serve time
For my criminal deeds
Unlearning what the OGs
Taught me
How to rob, boost cars and load a clip with 16
Then I got Educated by an MC
Now I count bars and spit 16s
So here I am doing my due diligence
Just a hood dude with intelligence
Who finally quit being negligent
I always knew I was talented
But there's a diff-a-rence
Between having talent & being passionate
I thought one day that I'd be
Certified OG
Rolling OG
Sipping OE
Holding rubber bands and a 40
Caliber
Holding hot shots that'll bend the air
Avatar
Me and the goons on the avenue
Setting up parameters
Never in a million years
Would I ever believe
Jesus would convince me
To switch teams
Like when Bron Bron left the Cavaliers
He cleaned me up like a janitor
To pro from amateur
Now I reflect His glory 24/7 on the calendar
We in a war
And we training hard
This is hip hop in it's purest form