My rhyme book is my bank and I’m forever making deposits
I’ll be the richest man alive with ten dollars in his wallet
I was raised on battling my closest associates
But sometimes when writing a fighting stance ain’t appropriate
I still drop bombs and punch lines for the hell of it
Coz really when I battle rap I’m in my element
But I cant stop the emotion when I be on a roll
And now I’m being blessed me with poetry in my soul
I went through a lot of shit but I came out the other side
So I do a lot of shit to help myself out in life
Coz you know I had to learn from the anger within
And Lord knows I’ve never been a stranger to sin
But I keep my hands clean now chasing a dream now
I’m like a fiend tryna make some cream for my seed now
A new lease on life I rock the beat on mics
Still a lot of RB cats go to sleep on site
But I’m cool with that I’m not a fool with rap
I stay spitting like my flow was fucking brew on tap
I’m no gangsta I’m a rhyme cat so don’t get confused
Shit is real in my town and there’s a few hard crews
While I used to do some bad shit I rose up above
Now I’m strictly for the rhymes getting nothin but love
Those who know me know I’m still the same kid from the start
Every time I grab the mic I still rip from the heart

Kinda simple but uh well…
Still workin…