[Verse 1]

Ok, sitting in the essence of it all seated better than before

My autograph resembles the sketches on the wall

To blindly put a bid in and never to withdraw

What it brings is what it brings is whatever when its drawn

Underlings wanting rings its like catching a reward

As far as I know, having money never did me wrong

So forgive me for the motive and exposing my exposure

"The Opener" to me was a way of giving me closure

Told them one of one to be the one is to be lonesome

And opening the trunk was their way of turning my tone up

Y'all will get it potentially when you grow'd up

Big paws on a small pup like fuck the hold ups

I'm more for the immediate when all they see is medians

I'm over the shoulders of the norm for the deviant

I'm noted as going up beyond from the previous

Peeking through the floor of the above like where the ceiling went?

Oh, there it go, better yet, there it was

I heard whistles as much as you trying to hear the drums

So miss me with the wonderings and the whys

These Grapes wouldn't fit you, no wonder I don't reply

They say God bless the child that could hold his own

You pay blogs to hold you down, I just throw em my poems

And they Olajuwon post, I'm honored by the most

Hiding their face when they trying to find the dope

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See this is just a test drive

So tell them I ain't sitting where the rest ride

Shorty say I'm whipping like I'm next right?

But I'm just trying figure out my next drive

[Verse 2]

The game's fucked up dude's beats is banging dude your hooks did it

Your lyrics didn't ya blogger look did it

So I would write it if y'all could envision

What was real from what's distilled and the good difference

But between the two of them, easy to bow out and be through with them

But realizing they still ride off of how I influence them

Made me never-mind like I'm Francis pops

Said it smell like teen spirit when you stand on my block

Aspiration, corners employed to handle hard

O's on they mind, its looking like Camden Yards

I mean, with Stoudemire's for hire to man the charge

And more of them in training just look to the handle bars

I mean, I handle bars for the broads that speak light

Made her scream to be quiet, I guess I'm Malik Wright

Am I right?

Is this what they said it would seem like?

And if so I wouldn't have wrote what I wrote by them street lights

I mean, humble pie on a plate, it's set behind me

Cause Hustle said it best I'm just better than everybody

So, what up Chi-Town, anytime that y'all out

Visiting the borough you good as long as I'm 'round

Cause I was in the Chi and y'all treated me like I was Tomahawking

With a 1 on my back for the Southside

So when we at the table and them bottles come close

Just know that that teen spirit corner deserves a toast

And I'll toast to myself if it don't seem comprehensible

Tipping my fitted to my mirror the commendable

I been what I talk since December 24th

And from then on I never had to pretend to you

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