[Verse 1]

I leave your Nikes scuffed, I don't write for you

My shit is therapeutic music therefore I write for us

With the mightiest brush, clutch the mic and bust

And touch the crowd with another classic timeless cut

Still a diamond in the rough, yet it's shining

Back on my feet, smiling, be my head assignment

Back better rhyming, back with better timing

Like this'll be the only thing you'd bring to the desert island

Pressure rising rap aficionado

Thick Cohiba smoke and a Red Label Whiskey Bottle

Risky Business Model, but still I maintain

A mind frame of shadowy crime games in Lil' Chicago

But now they call her by Little Mogadishu

City blocks official, where the kids'll cock a pistol

Hit you like a rocket missile, rip through your solid body tissue

Nothing that I thought that I would ever live through

[Chorus]

So as the scenery change

Things fall apart but the seasons remain

We build and destroy, hate and we love

Beginning and end, and still spoll ink with this pen I'm back

[Verse 2]

I ditched a few peeps for the greater good

Bolanche is the city, KV be the neighborhood

Never staying put, I gotta move my feet

Ones up, unifiable like Junior Reed

Ingenuity, no average Joe when I'm spitting

I'm married to the game I got to carry on tradition

Living lavish off the written lyrics got to keep it up

I'm back like graffiti on the walls after being buffed

Stainless steel you don't see me rust

And most importantly you never see my sneakers scuffed

Hey! Young World what are you dreaming of

When they say it won't work you believe it does

And they called it pipe dreams

I was convinced I saw the light beam

Now my bars and rhyme schemes

Staying unfuckwithable like Harvey Weinstein nahmean?