Late 808

Now Com could get the penny, but I want my own company

And Com is on a mission not to work for commission

It’s a common market and it’s so much competition

But to me, competition is none

If this was ’88, I would have signed to Ruthless

Nine-four, would’ve had them walking down Death Row

First is when the best go, hate is what the rest do

Voice inside my head told me, “Wet ’em if they test you”

So it’s Raging Waters season

That yomper big as Larry Johnson, leave your momma seedless

Everybody hard until it’s only God they seeing

Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping hard as Jeezy, I don’t believe it

But, I kept your number in my old phone

Got a new chip flip with the roam roam

So it took me a minute to retrieve 7 digits

But I promised I would call you when I got home

But, when I got home I never did

By the time I did, heard that you had a kid

By some nigga in Decatur

Who replied ‘See you later’ when he got the good news

That’s life shit

I used to watch the show “I Dream of Jeannie”

And dreamt about “When will I be large like Whodini?”

But I was messin’ with graffiti on the subway

And getting chased by the cops almost everyday

I knew it had to be a better way see

So I would go to my room, blast RUN DMC

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis

When I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this

Will your name hold weight when the curtains close?

I never sleep cause sleep is the cousin of death

Manhattan keeps on makin it, brooklyn keeps on takin it

Bronx keeps creatin it, and queens keeps on fakin it

Why your eyes like dat?

I take 7 emcees put ’em in a line

And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme

Well, it’ll take 7 more before I go for mine

Now that’s 21 emcees ate up at the same time

We got a real jam goin down, welcome to the Space Jam

My left stroke just went viral

Right stroke put lil’ baby in a spiral

Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note

Beyond clean, in phenom jeans

Little rap Isaac Asimov

I let my momma in the rhyming that she raised me off

A 80s baby on fire like a safety off

From getting lynched in field into owning buildings

Getting millions, influencing white children

And oddly we still ain’t even

Still a small percentage of blacks that’s eating

I know she wanna be poppin’ all over the ‘Gram

When the cameras come out, wanna hold my hand

Must be out of your mind, do you know who I am?

Man you’re killin’ my vibe, do you know who I am?

There’s good and evil in each individual fire

Identifies needs and feeds our desire

As long as we keep our spirit inspired

She can bite her bottom lip all she wants

Through every dark night, there’s a bright day after that

So no matter how hard it get

Stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it!

Visions of Martin Luther staring at me

Malcolm X put a hex on my future someone catch me

I’m falling victim to a revolutionary song

The Serengeti’s cloned

Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone

I know that everything that glitters ain’t gold

I know the shits not always good as it seems

But tell me till you get it how could you know

How could you know? How could you know?

Top of the line wine Carlo Rossi

Man I drinks it all the time it’s extra

Satisfying

Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby’s being born

Same time my man is murdered, the beginning and end

When I grow up

I wanna be famous

I wanna be a star

I wanna be in movies

Why y’all trip

I’m just fine

12:45, bout that time

Couldn’t get it all week, time to unwind

Drink like a tank, lose my mind

Step by step, heart to heart

Left, right, left

We all fall down like toy soldiers

Bit by bit, torn apart

We never win

But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

We each have a star, all we have to do is find it

Once you do, everyone who sees it will be blinded

So what we get drunk?

So what we smoke weed?

We’re just having fun

We don’t care who sees

So what we go out?

That’s how its supposed to be

Living young and wild and free

Turn up the lights in here, baby

Extra bright, I want y’all to see this

Turn up the lights in here, baby

You know what I need, want you to see everything

Want you to see all of the lights

See I know ways around complicated matters

Roll up in the ghetto on the island of Manhattan

Trouble on my mind

I got trouble on my mind

Trouble on my mind

So much trouble on my mind

I grew up without my pops should that make me bitter?

I caught cases I copped out does that make me a quitter?

It’s so loud inside my head

With words that I should have said

I’m ghetto, excuse me

My life is a movie

I heard a certain who’s who mad that I like the danger

Get your priorities straight like Hermione Granger

She say she only f….. like 4, 5 ……, so you know you gotta multiply by 3

I’ve been thinkin’ bout you, do you think about me still?

Do ya, do ya?