I guess its the gift & the curse

Your favorite rappers are dead

I'll probably die after this verse

I keep it smooth tho

I rarely go off

Bury my physical with me rhyme books

My spirit will pick up where I left off

I'm right where I need to be

Time keeps on G'ing me (playing tricks on us) (can't tell time in space)

Gold soul shinning (stay gold ponyboy)

So I don't need no jewelry

Since elementary

All I wanted to do is spit

With a crew that's legit

That's the shit , that is it

But now a day's

It's what kind of sneakers you wear

& what type of whip you steer

& what type of weed you have in the air

So yeah

I have these black vans

& I ride a bike man

I don't love weed no more

Shit i love my rap fans

Everything is kushandbeatz

And I be high off these beats

It's in the bag

50 , 30 , please don't 15

That was first (:15 in the bag: was the first mixtape)

So flip that in reverse

This verse is unrehearsed

Rapping in my room

Keep it low Mom hates when I curse

Sorry Ma , D'evils

Had me diggin in your purse

Now we changing the world

So mothers never digging in their purse

& If you go against the movement

Its cool don't pretend

But just know all bad things come to an end

You don't owe us nothing

But some time that you can spend

Changing your lifestyle

With the words from my pen

I know we all sin

But If you know what i know

Then we can all win

I mean we can all win so...