[skit]
As life goes on we got to be positive
We got to be strong
Cos we stronger than we can imagine
We've just got to try the beast in us
MI said think outside the box and make the best of it
Break the rules and rewrite the laws
Believe in your self
[Verse 1]
Check
Back on this one with a master piece
Back with alot of facts to spit
The current caption is
Breaking every bone and cartilage
So to locate where the chedda is
Been born a clever kid
Steady devising better ways to levitate
Rarely taken by suprise
The black continent's heavy weight
Am tryin' to coordinate and not be fussin in the crowd
If not money what's your hustle all about
Grab a fat bundle of cash and be tossing it around
Buy a private jet be flying in and out n***a
Been dreaming bout' this 'fore Shmurda dropped hot n***a
Before hover boards and all em' bucket hats n***a
Classical
The dopest, one on ma block
You ain't known to spit shit outta da box
I ain't known to say am hot when am not
Young Sean Carter boy spit raps harder than rocks thats' wassup!
[skit 2]
We all say life ain't fair
But matter of fact
We've just got to get used to it
We can't Just limit our thoughts to a single box
We've gotto think outside of the box
I'd rather make one righteous dollar on ma level
Than make a million dollars spitting rhymes for the devil
Ama be focused and loyal to the game
Cos music ain't what I do
It's who I am
[Verse 2]
Want a crib with more than one kitchen in it
And enough rooms to accomodate all my dawgs
A little go cart to take me round my massive land
My girl getting tanned
A wine glass in her hand
Reading the papers they tellin stories about her man
Yet another shut down show in the club back home
That's how the fantasy goes
Back to reality bro
Am just a Diddy combs wannabe tho
Life's a lesson am bent on passing the test
Cars and pussy, little ttings I fancy myself
Stay glancin' all ya life if itz aight with you
Can't be a spectator tho if you reside in ma shoes
I see n***as living my dreams out of this tricycle
Got friends who smile at me but they dying to shoot
Dying to shoot
Fuck fakers mehn live life and live it true
[Verse 3]
I hate the fact that am hardly late
I hate that am easy to tolerate
But time's all it takes till my strategies fall in place
Then take a step back and be stacking the foreign cake
Time to find a pretty girl and raise some fortunate kids
Who ain't gotta hustle hard for they fortune and shit
Cos' dad done did it all
Cos' dad done seen it all
Check it
This one's on the record
If I ever grab a mic and spit lies in it
Karma gon come for my ass and I ain't fine with it
Finally got the game in my hand and I fondle it
Young Kyrie Irving with the way I handle it
Handle it
I still stick to my grind uh
Fine wine I get better with time uh
I'll never get complacent with the rhyme
Didn't make it dis far to quit for a dime n***a
You lying n***a
We don't fuck around na, we dont fornicate
Wouldn't be amongst men that switch lanes as money came
The rap shit such a corny game
If you with me you gotta do more than just say it dawg on my Tory Lanez
Fourty came
Fourty died
Now what's ur chance of going against me and still being alive
Really nice to wake and see the light
And carry on the daily search that we consider life
Uh
To eaches own mehn I dont vilify
Sucker for brown skinnd girls with pretty eyes
I ride and die with my n***as right
N***as who smart, n***as that been ready and down to go
Cos' am the new Naskim
Ready to go
I'm in the lime light cos' I rhyme tight
You Call Me Sting
The combo are Nas Rakim
Reality is fake dreams are for real
Many dreams are what we got and plenty wishes
Now we got to be a reflection of our community
[Shout out]
S/O To Tay-Iwar
To my hommies
I love y'all