[Intro: Jean Grae]

9th, 9th’s got them beats that you just sing to for no reason. Sometimes, you got to get to know yourself, you gotta travel a little bit, look at yourself from another perspective, so I try to do that. Come on

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]

Listen, there’s nothing like knowing yourself, like the way I know

The smoke has kind of broken my health, like the way I know

My flow don’t make appropriate wealth. I can’t change that

But funny I’m saying that when it’s money I’m aimed at

I don’t give a fuck if you frame that or quote it (Shit)

I meant what I said ‘cause I wrote it—point noted

I know I’m overly sensitive when it comes to, well

Just about everything, and I’m

So hardheaded, I don’t need your help, like

No advice for these records ‘less it’s me and myself, like

I don’t ever wanna breathe if it requires assistance—just

Just shut down my system. I’m a victim of

Choosing bad love, bad luck Lucy

Every man touched seems to be a doozy, and, plus

I’m attached to this looseleaf, stand on my two feet

So it’s hard enough to even have to physically move me

Go ahead and try

[Hook: Jean Grae]

I know I’m on the right path

To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t

Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right

At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light

And they say, “Life means everything to live”

At the same time, I got everything to give

Just don’t rush me (Hey, get your hand off me, man)

Don’t rush me (You stupid? I’ll cut you)

[Verse 2: Jean Grae]

I gotta be more disciplined, I’m listening

More to straight logic, blocking random shit that’s drifting in

Age is a motherfucker (Damn right)

Find myself staring at the little kids, thinking, “I could beat ‘em like a stepmother”

Creeping on a come-up of thirty soon, but looking twenty—ooh! The food catches up to you now plenty

Attending christenings of my best friend’s children

And then asking, “Who’s next?” And I’m wishing for

Six more wishes for Christmas or kids on the wish list

Or for time machines to be in existence (Uh huh)

I’m a team player—not (Nope)

The dry wit is similar to Arizona weather—say it, nigga: hot!

Patent-leather soles, tapping at my bowl

If the album’s not platinum, then I’ll have to rack a gold (Shit)

This rapping ain’t for nothing unless I hold plaques

So I can sit up on a boat like Colin, roll that, and you know that

[Hook: Jean Grae]

I know I’m on the right path

To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t

Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right

At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light

And they say, “Life means everything to live”

At the same time, I got everything to give

Just don’t rush me (Hey, didn’t I just tell you?)

Don’t rush me (Fall back nigga)

[Verse 3: Jean Grae]

See, this here is the most serious

That I’ve ever been, the most clear-headed

My gear fetish clearly needs an account

So if I need, I’ll smoke ‘em all like Dennis Leary, and I’m out

Beef’s great though. Thanks for adding more insecurities

Just as I was finding my level of maturity

Just as I was minding my business, tried to murder Jean’s confidence

But, lucky for me, you’re all incompetent

Road block in this, yes. I see ‘em trying

To put a stop to my obnoxiousness, but

I stay long-winded like saying, “George Papadopoulous”

I know, but I write from this heart with this, so

I’ve got some things to work on, my moodiness

Like masturbation—gets its jerk on

My fascination with the fast pace

The money’s encapsulated in my mind space like, “What a thrill”

Past dated, and I know I’m not in last place

But it’s hard to work through it with this masked face

The masking tape above the window keeps the cold out

And every time I’m laying down, my back breaks because it’s old now

I yell too much, get stressed too quick

But the best thing about it? I can change that shit

And still remain who I came down to Earth to be

It’s not Jean Grae—that’s just a name, you’ll see

[Hook: Jean Grae]

I know I’m on the right path

To who I’m gonna be at last, so don’t

Rush me, nigga (Just try). I know I’m wrong and right

At the same time, both—I’m the dark and light

And they say, “Life means everything to live”

At the same time, I got everything to give

Just don’t rush me

Don’t rush me

[Outro: Jean Grae]

Please don’t make me kill you. I don’t want to. I don’t need to go to jail right now. I got things to do. I can’t be locked up, man. My momma! My momma! No, momma! No! No! Anyway. Yo, thanks, man. Thank you, 9th. And we had a beautiful lunch. Don’t be afraid to talk in the back! Thanks, everybody, for coming out tonight. Justus League! What up Flames?!? What up, though! Flames, you’re dope! You the man, Flames! Hahaha! You the man! We out