Sometimes I wonder how did I get here
Against the odds, rubber slippers,
running up these wet stairs With a fucking knife, slipped a couple times
Almost nine, but i had a nurse to stitch the cut in time
Yeah: and time heals but the scar stays
Taking out the stitches, giving God praise
For showing the way, to my inner Sanctum
Forgiving, and for giving a sinner answers
To the questions that the righteous ask
Visions of the perfect future got me wishing I could rewrite the past Shoulda stayed away from the street where them guys ran up on me With machetes, they didn’t make a tech spray
But they cut me deep, blade halfway inside my left wrist
I shoulda never fallen in love,
Butterflies in my colon and all
Poop ‘em out
Women having niggas whipped, I swear all of us flogged
Transfer to someone else like they balling in clubs.
Bunch of players
Tell me guys, do you feel my pain?
She loves you ‘cos you perfect and she leaves you ‘cos u still the same. Chasing Mrs. Right and chasing a dream.
Sometimes the same coin with opposite faces it seems
*Dont forget us when you make it*
Don’t forget me if I don’t make it
I deserve the bread so much you think my mama home baked it This will perhaps burn bridges.
But I heard that people who suck at rap turn critics.
Uhn, chill my nigga just listen.
But it’s pointless, you hated before you heard.
Boy it’s annoying when I am debated among your peers.. And you try to be different cos it’s cool to be.
Who is he?
Getting shine and he don’t rock no jewelry
Try to know the dude at least
“You good at what you do. What have you achieved?”
M.I., Modenine, two of the greats, I ain’t no hater
But I’m hot on their heels (hills) like volcano craters
Hope they ain’t mad at me for tryna take their spot
I been on my grind since before vagina became box Watching the throne: a fan, protege, and now the competition So it’s an honour to be the one to take it from ‘em niggas
It’s all love but I’m killing everything I’m on
Hopefully I’ll make music they love enough to sing along Baby steps, short reach of my legs
Headed to the Headies reciting my speech in my head
And then they announced a winner and for while I was fazed But then Toolz booty came and put a smile on my face Phone blowing up, twitter, text here, text there
Everybody saying don’t you worry, get ‘em next year
Shit: I aint gon lie, man I felt hope
Nominated finally, I thought I was in stealth mode.
Hey brownie, do you think of me?
Every night I swear that I can still hear you sing to me. Crushed a nigga’s spirit
And now I love you means nothing when I hear it Dreams of getting famous together
Woke up and felt such pain as I never imagined
That I could feel
Conversation full of LOLs.
Angel in my paradise, now devil in my hell, oh well
In my dream, a wedding bell rings
Giving me some hope like it aint over till Adele sings
Why you afraid? I ain’t into kiss and tell things
I knew that it was over the minute I heard Adele sing
The most gifted of my time but always left out
Niggas feeling at home, it’s time to move ‘em to the guest house