[Intro]

[Verse 1]

You can tell a man by the group he's among

So I keep it tight-knit and avoid those loose with the tongue

I'm a man of few word's because the truth is unsung

So when you see me then it'll just be a salute and a thumb

I was sitting on the roof in the sun

Mixing juice with Jamaican Rum while taking a zoot to the lung

I have a couple of option's that need deducing to one

Should I be doing this for funds or should I do it for fun?

See if I was keeping too real i'd be reputed as scum

And that's a fan base reducing to none

But if I was keeping it too sweet, could my music be shunned?

Fuck excusing a pun, picture me invest

Blood, sweat and years in this music i've done for me to not be recouping a crumb

I wrote a formula confusing to some, like computing a sum

It's gotta be GI or JackKnife on the loop and the drums

With my Phonetics like Mook & The Sons

[Hook: Jess Kav]

I've been tryna change my ways, but at times you push me to the edge

You don't wanna see the side of me, when the negativity runs through my head

Then i'll be dead wrong, dead wrong, dead wrong

But I gotta be headstrong, headstrong, headstrong

[Verse 2]

When I prefer to be alone I put a divert on the phone

Leave a message when referred to the tone, immersed in the zone

Working on the verse of a poem

Still instilling a sense of fulfilling a skill it took me an era to hone

I'm taking it back to the barebones, when Monica was sharing her home

Used to be skipping school, wanted to be spitting jewels

Like the rarest of stones in Sierra Leone

The fam called me fresh prince cause I was the heir to their throne

And stayed fresh without a squirt of cologne

Fast forward, me and my mother were conversing

She says i'm more determined than any person she's known

But she's scared not knowing where is it going

I said I thought you were as good as gone twice without a hair on your dome

Cause I was birthed alone and i'll leave this earth on my own

So while i'm here my only concern is me taking good care of my own

(Only concern is me taking good care of my own, now that's keeping it real)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

So blaze some grass, take a drag or raise a glass of Shiraz

Toast with me to the future that we grafted to have

At last, alas.. I been thinking since Lunitic had passed

I'm tasked with carrying the mast with the flag

Though it's sad we'd never a minute to hit the lab to do a collab

It's mad when i'm out gigging with all the lads that you had amassed

Last night we were blasting some Nas

Reminiscing, drinking to the good old days.. the past is the past

When I said I wanted to do this half of them lambasted and laughed

Now we're winning, they're grinning but that's a mask

Too bad, cause I can see past their facade

So consider that next time you music critics ask why i'm crass

Fuck swag i'm the last of the suave

Polo glad rags have them tryna figure if it's class or pizzazz

I live this life like every gasp is my last

If you've a different opinion to that then kiss your hand on behalf of this ass

[Hook]