From barely reaching heights the little things could feel like the top
But it's just progress
Some times you set it back but it's a process
Settle down you foreshadowing things you never lost yet
The price prolly went up but I ain't even had a cost yet
I'm flattered but not amazed I've seen kids with 20 mil and a crib right around my age
Stories that I always wanted was written right on my page
Then erased from my page, but never lacking words I'm great on my page
Look how the pen work
See now my verses take me less than a half
Before I would write em then erase em I was less in my bag
But I would listen to the soul tapes gettin lessons from fab
My hooks had always needed work cause I was better with jabs
Yea punchline, bar heavy, typa kid
Run the battles up at lunch who really want it typa kid
I could look em they eyes and they still lying to the kid
I write a book inside my sleep now who gone buy it for the kid
Yeah
All in all let your story be great
Never let em be fake
Always go wit yo fate
And when you look up to the sky just let em know what you take
Just let em know that you great
All in all let your story be great
Never let em be fake
Always go wit yo fate
And when you look up to the sky just let em know what you take
Just let em know that you great
Knew