A little bit of backstory

I thought I had it all figured out

All this Talkin about ballin is all I’d ever been about

Pure innovation paving an intimidating route

Wild n Out clownin around livin underground;

I’m down n out

 

Guess ill head down

get paid to twist and shout

On the stage, I’m filled with rage

Haven’t earned a word of doubt

 

I wanted freedom everyday

Better make sure to pay attention

Until all of the bills have been paid

There’s this feeling ; I can sense it

 

Around you serving up Serene surround sound

It’s bound to happen any second

How about now?

 

I’m just drying off

Im in need of a towel

And give me a minute

I’ve got Stories to tell

 

I’ll Tell the tale

It wasnt nothing new

If I tell the tale well

I can’t help what you misconstrue

 

You’d think im feeling blue

Cause pain is what I face

There was nothing else to do

Than to come in 1st place

 

You knew Mase, Now you know Me

Highest in the game the one and only OG

Rapping singing stringing sentences along all week

Nowadays I cant get my phone not to beep

 

It’s a direct effect Im called to cool calm collect

I’m paid to disinfect this rap with no respect

Inject the jets with fuel I be a fool with sights to set

You’ve made ya bottom dolla bet you holla when I come correct

 

Sentences: finished ‘em, never diminishin

Still itchin for positions i’m in a Dominican

Listening for syndicates to tell me I’m rich again

Distilling the citadel not feeling well it’s discipline

 

Take a step ‘fore gettin strep n you need Penicillin

Calls non stop appointments I pencil ‘em in

Can’t you see reasons I want you to win

Lane All lookin foggy oddly can’t see the end,

 

 

I’m like a god, your lyrical master

Watch me as I slide out of the Aston— I’m faster,

than most cats hats off tell ‘em to get plastered straight up,

truly it is my duty to be a bastard

 

 

It’s always been the same.

I remember staring at the clock.

Giving girls the game (they give brains). /Girls givin the brain

Stuck with homework 3 on the dot.

 

Pleasure comes with pain.

Pressure inside my veins.

Ain’t it a bitch you’d switch lives,

divide the whites, get the gains.

 

I’ve always had a brain.

Mean what I say when I mock.

Retards that just play cards.

Smoke and drink and fuck a lot.

 

Pop the top off girls and cars.

I feel my flame prepare for war.

Stuck with a vocal atom bomb.

Trippin’, chokin’ over my own chords.


 

 

Never outta of game,

when its said that its a flop

Tell em I Been given strict

orders Comin from the top

 

Pop my collar when

up for the awards

Talkin shit I tend to spit,

jottin towards the Forbes, List

 

Using all my breath

This is what it’s for

I’m glad I’m finally

Giving you the tour

 

I can’t seem to stop

No matter rich or poor

Comin for everything in store

and nothing more

 

 

If I only had a minute

Kill this noise before I bill it

Still it remains a stain

Much too much like plain Jane

 

Whats missin is

Its all about how you will frame

Experience; its a Trip to listen To

still a bitch to explain

 

I’m thru walking through the fire

So let me finish

no way in hell I could retire

got propane for quickest; flames

 

You might catch me with the spinach , Critics are finished

see id wish it, But its no use to win if I’m to blame

 

 

 

So you can thank the losers

Cos I’m winning due to

The fact they lack substance

Husbands happy to confront this

I Want this ruthless,

 

they got 2 kids

House with a roof,

Toyota coupes,

Well I guess if the shoe fits

 

kick the can n gimme the loot

There’s nothing left for you to do

Who should go through the scrutiny

cause I got something to prove


They should feel happy,

clap for me cos they bought tix

Always to get whatever it is they wanted

 

 

 

I got backstage passes, flickin off the ashes

Blunt blowin burnin fuel Boeing needs our asses

 

In the seats to sell the seeds, my happiness is magic

Losing Everything you have and nothing more is tragic

 

 

You couldn’t drag me out this rap game

One thing I can promise is that they will all know my name

Burden off my back I tend to hack while I’m insane

Obsessed with working, women shirking duty for a birkin bag to tame

 

Ruben Artzi is the man before you

Man this shit goes so fast, I can’t afford to

ask you to spare a dollar ,Rather asking you

to kiss my ass recording for other fans living in your shoes

 

So when I holla say hello hi its nice to meetcha

I expect you shake my hand staring at all my features

Something of lust, can you believe we are just creatures

To eaches own my Teachers grown livin down the beaches

 

I’ve spent a decade pretty much under the bleachers

Still standing at the podium repeating Speeches

Now what does this teach us

Pieces of the puzzle drive me bananas like Rhesus

 

 

I do this shit on a daily basis

Smiling faces greet me Gayley as I fix the races

Getting divisive writing while I’m at the height an oasis

Chasin whips sippin coffee hastily makin life dangerous

 

thought I’d live to be a little cantankerous

Truth be told it sounds like they’re high as hell on Angel dust

Into my domain I’ve been sayin they feigning wander lust

You paint a picture vivid as I write the scriptures So obvious

 

I used to not want to say shit at all Get to work, have ladies flirt,

get the cash, fuck it we ball

Now everyday people looking for the conversations

I confess I’ll learn my lesson, first impress entire nations

 

You pithering people are working hard for what

I’m trying harder to relax, I don’t even know what’s up

My body telling me there’s stress to rack but also to sit back

You dilly dally, dither, come hither, here’s my heart attack

 

You paint a picture vivid,

you can’t get what I got hidden

Chasing Patience none of this waitin or rushing

At the auction for which I am bidding

Ready to have you blushin

Your opinion is forbidden

Never mind on what I am Puffin

Highest quality I’m smuggling,