[Intro]

Uh-huh

Yea

Twenty-six years later

Look what I've become

Listen..

[Luck-One]

Yea!

Somehow I'm still growin'

They say my time is the now

And yo, my skill showin'

Throwin' my life in the crowd

Came off the top of them ciphers

Ain't no writin' allowed

And getting better every disk out

They liking this style

It's been our dream

My team is full of talented cats

I'm between working jobs, and

Raising kids, and crafting these raps

It seems that most of us is praying for it

Knowing that we never will

Sell out a venue

What happened on a record deal?

I have rose under the cages

Chasing after everything I imagined

While scratching on them pages

The critics said I'm dope

The writers said I'd go

Now I'm trying to re-inspire Smith and Sunny with the flow like

Yo

What the hell we waiting on?

This is everything we talked about as kids

And if I don't ever make it

There's nothing other than local

How can that be undetermined to give it what I did?

Honest to God

I be tryin' to promise the squad

Like how gon' know if we aren't on our job?

Like we ain't even gotta draw no plans up..

Just envision 30,000 with they hands up!

And tell me how it feels

And tell me if it's bad enough to where we can make it real

And tell me if it's worth it If they purchase only 5 men

And only seek discursive if the verses up and live

And I'm tryin' to get it

Glow like I'm Leroy

A shine like they've never seen

Shade from a day in my life in this Evergreen

State and they say that it is one life and that's it

So I'm tryin' to make it hot like a matchstick

Keep the track lit for Utahn[?] and his wife

Felipe in his grave and Jabari serving life

My ancestors were slaves but my children

Ain't gonna be nothing near it

This is real rap

You can touch and feel it

Let it go

You can keep all of them suckas still

But I'm gonna kill it more for humility when we unreveal you

And I ain't trying to be the best

I'm trying to be the one cat that stood apart from the rest

Determined life through the pen

Never ends let the flow stretch on

Writing my life in these protest songs

Fighting society's grotesque thrones

While my individual thought

Become lost and entangled and wonders if they bought

Yea

Vivid summers in the Port

You can see the heat on the paper

His muzzle's report

Young is crafting that jumper like a lifeline

To a never buoyant vessel that they could ride for a lifetime

Heh

Like it's some type of magic

And though the fight is tragic

It's like these rituals we live in

Is all the truth we've been given

So it functions like a rite of passage

We’re mad illiterate but writing classics=

Live in indigence or fighting past it

This is the apex

Gotta break through to live

This is the latex

Seeking some freedom from my caged flesh

I stay fresh and dwell upon

These hims of my existence that I made mesh

Yea..

[Outro]

Yeah!

I feel like..

This is gonna be a good summer

Not even on some rap stuff but, like, on some real life stuff

You know what I'm sayin'?

I'm doing what I love, man! You can't knock that

Regardless of the outcome..

Seven!