I remember back to that day in June
Was a stormy night
Out my mothers womb
First light
The delivery room
I didn't cry
All the nurses swooned
Doctor slapped me
But I didn't move
Mama smiled
But she kept her cool
She held me tight
Said I can't lose
Then she gave me a mic
Said murder these fools
Learned how to write before I could talk
I was writin raps before I could walk
It was mayhem in the playpen
Tore it down at the playground at the park
Preschool I would eat fools
I was battlin kids by the hand ful
Hustle em out they snacks and shit
At St. Matthews
I was a natural
To be an MC it was destiny
I live for this cause I was born for this
Paintin pictures with poetry
Your earholes the most fortunate
Hunger pains for this rap thang
Need it for breakfast lunch and dinner
So I stuffed my face like mukbang
The gluttony of a sinner
Now that I'm grown
Rap's all that I know
It's all that I got
It's part of my soul
So I OD
On a whole beat
As I hold the microphone closely
I take this shit so serious
That I'll take a shit if you hearin this
I ain't fakin bitch if you curious
I'm bout to break a bitch
No period
Gotta thank God for that gift of gab
And I thank Ma for that pen and that pad
Don't gotta think hard
Start scribblin fast
Before my bankcard
Starts dwindlin cash
Gettin paid for your passion
Wanna be known for music
Not fashion
Hand me those matches
I'll light a fire up under they asses
I remember back to that day in June
Was a stormy night
Out my mothers womb
First light
The delivery room
I didn't cry
All the nurses swooned
Doctor slapped me
But I didn't move
Mama smiled
But she kept her cool
She held me tight
Said I can't lose
Then she gave me a mic
Said murder these fools
They say that the rap game's
Like the crack game
But really it's more like a craps game
Some head cracks
Some snake eyes
Go on and roll the dice
Like it's your last day
Gotta show no fears
Cause scared money don't make money
Let me bend your ear
These raps hard
Some lyrics funny
But I'm still so serious and so sincere
Now I'm outside
In a skeleton mask
No mob ties
I ain't splittin my cash
And that's why
I'm blowin money fast
Never glorify
My felonious past
I rap from my soul
So it's from the heart
My brain drives
No autopilot
Lessons learned
From stories told
Upload my art
Now everybody got it
Friends dead
And family buried
So I do shows at the cemetery
This PG County
Clouds all around me
There's haters near me
Gotta open carry
Keep the mic tucked in my belt
Spit flames with every breath
Shout out to myself
I'll only bow out upon death