From the year a 99’ to the 2 double oh six
only rappin n producing till I stumble on this
My care wasn’t for fame just to get in the game
Writin them crazy joints that be get in ya brain
Stuck in ya head my rhymes have gangsta rap style
My parents knew I was the lyrically superb child meanwhile
Get into deep rhymes metaphors and similes
I got grown rap superstars on they knees
cuz Im a man well versed in rap philosophy
No apology Im constantly sighted a rap prodigy