Verse 1:

Black, bald-headed with the confidence of silhouettes before me Jordan Duncan on a Green Mile mass

I’ma rebel coursing

Never getting hung, up over dubs

Trust it’s a drug

Fighting addict with the height advantage

Getting lessons from above

Poppa never taught me of the man’s importance

Little did he know I would advance in courses

Land & orbit, find every chance resourceful

Stand the torrid, product of grand proportion

Whoa

Glowing like it’s fresh-cut Friday

Talking slick on the phone to the wife-aye

Big nigga with the hustle & the mind state

Of a juggernaut in his prime killing kind-lay

Bridge:

Life & all its hard times used to shut me out/ had me out my mind & right beside myself/ couldn’t show who I was til I fought the downs/ not afraid of who i am/ now I’m feeling like

Chorus:

Spice Adams (Spice Adams)

Spice Adams (Spice Adams)

I'm feeling like Spice Adams

Verse 2:

Mental scraping for the penny paper saving

Limitations ima break em later bank em

Pick the pacing steady shaving patience

Shaping master piecing I'ma masterpiece in making

Loving every stage evolve

Cause my hearts involved and the pains appalled

Cause I love the brawl and I’m not ashamed

Of the scars, bear it all like it’s Mardi Gras

Impressing not even in the aim

Unless its God & He’s in the range

I was just raised to compete with myself, in a field of my own

Grow against the grain

In spirit or money in pockets, if value is proper

Then you bet I’m for the change

Confident in my own person

To serve em diversity, currently

Feeling like

Chorus

Bridge