(Hook)

How do you feel?

Like I'm flying

Above Mt. Zion

Give all my credit to this thing called rhyming

Never had this feeling before I started writing

No need for weed

I'm musically high and

I will be remembered like Boone and the Titans

Mom never saw her son picking up the mic and

Never saw my confidence getting this heightened

This rap is my life man

(Verse 1)

When I was little, I wouldn't give any time to rhymes and riddles

Too busy watching LeBron, thinking my path was to dribble

Used to fiddle with the ball, but the talent level was just too little

So then I got a little older reality check

I wasn't the best hooper so which reality's next

All started with Chaka mixed by KanYe West

Now I'm the next up tryna don Ye's vest

Brooklyn, ATL or LAX if it was dope best believe I was impressed

Yes, to hear brothers bring life off the page

My face blazed with an amazing gaze

Can't get this feeling at the VMAs

Had to pick up tricks of the trade

Mom prayed it was just a phase

No her son was juxtaposed in a world of record plays

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Ever since time to get my fresh on

I've been on a quest to get in the upper echelon

Started talking about dropping tech bombs

Who knows that Rap Lesson

Joe and Wyser came through on that next jawn

Next I went on to how it was Our Day

Tactics for Survival, got me some plays

2013 came around next step for destiny

Gave a formal Hello, to show you my name

Then I changed to my motto, to show the stakes

Met Illu$trious, boosted my rank

But still staring at Floorboards, ain't that a shame

2014 now, bout to fly through the game

Y'all ready to spread our wings

You know, Live Out Our Dreams

And never let anyone come in our way