(Intro)

Sometimes I feel like they don't get the bigger picture

Some people in my city

They don't believe the sky's the limit

Or they're so content burning trees and popping pills they don't shoot for the thrill no more

They'll rather deny greatness than embrace it

We all capable of it but no one believes me

I'm just reflecting back when all this rap shit got started...that's all i want

(verse 1)

Ayo my city's always had me conflicted

It's twisted how my homies treating their bitches

The liquor in us, spray the swig, and all the habits hereditary

We law breakers, still underage in America

But boost us up that's what the bottle do, not talking Erica

My thoughts get wild, my first words were "Motherfuck the Feds"

Mama jammed up when i'm early, when I was just an egg

I lay to rest, hoes on my cobra, it's like a bayonet

Wake up and she say "We're compatible.", then I gotta jet

Used to be too nervous to show my skill, now they quote the kid

They know Andreas spits poisonous like the oil biz

I got the tools to make a Lotus my whip

The tools to birth a monster

Got the charm to get hoes out the VS

I smoke the fattest L's, the more it burns the lesser the cells

The more I burn it's like I'm entering hell

The more I earn the more they pray that I fail

My old friends and my exes

Regardless of the circumstances I'll get cheddar forever

And that's real

(interlude)

I embrace it, caught in heavy smoke just like a whirlwind

If the world were to end today I wouldn't be halfway satisfied with the marks I made

Though my progression's been real

A broader audience i'm now appealing to

Levelheaded just tryna remain the same me

Some people stay stagnant and got mad that I was rapping

But this was all part of the plan

(Verse 2)

Always felt like I was destined for this rap game, how y'all spit's disastrous

Y'all were chasing pussy I was studying different strategies

To make a 100 thousand

Keep a fifth of Sailor Jerry's handy

Masking my intelligence still feel like I'm the wisest man

Young enough to be your son baby but I'm the one you want

Get you sweatin', burn off the cake you ate at the restaurant

Addicted to sneakers, Jordan 3's with elephant print from Tinka

At nights I can't sleep, treat the cheeba like anesthesia

I'm from that city where they show no love

They drink that mud

Got me wrapping codeine on my blunts

The combination ain't too healthy crystallizes my lungs

But mixing them together makes Swishers burn slower than sloths

Tryna get our money's worth, yo, cause we were born broke

And we all striving for perfection, but we coming up short

The haters do me favors lately adding fuel to the fire

Really grinding so that my brother and my sister retire early and quit the stressin'

(Interlude)

That's all that really phase me

A lot of promises I made I'm keeping for when my day comes

Not concerned cause I've always been easily motivated so I know I'll make it

Only a matter of time

Life changes I just write down my observations and viewpoints on how I see it

When you're listening to me you're just reading, putting yourself in my shoes...

Let's ride

(verse 3)

High school honeys got bumps on they stomach and run with men who don't love 'em

The city stress me out I'm tryna pull up on my old teachers

In a 7 series, they're in a regal

Never believed in all the lectures and the lies that they're feeding

So observant, cutting corners, keep peripheral vision for Crown Victorias

When them lights flash I drive like I'm Jeff Gordon

They get away with murder like every time I flip on the news

These cops will pull the lead and erase you just like a number two

R.I.P to Michael, Rest In Peace to Trayvon

I want my mom to see the Eiffel Tower 'fore her day come

The city's grimy, I double check who's shaking my palm

Half of my homies plottin' on me, the other half sing along

We all sinners

Ever since highschool shit's all different

T my dawgs flippin packs move swiftly and dodge prison

Not tryna visit you just like I visit Natasha

And cut that beat off;

Still here screaming "Free my Mama"

Yo that's all I got... yea...thats all I got left

(outro)

I feel like I always drop gems

I feel like I'm the one that's meant for this

I feel like my city needs me to represent so imma do it for 'em

You ain't gotta like it just respect it, you ain't gotta like me just respect me

Yea just respect that shit

Mad Illusions y'all