I make music that you feel in your soul, It breaks my heart baby but I'm destined to blow,
so as much as I don't want to im lettin you go.
Onto bigger and better things in this place we call home cause I'm a,

609er but I'm callin Rutgers home now, skippin classes just to write a couple flows down.
I make magic I be bumpin in they bose now,
see me round town they yell stacks up and hoes down. Yeah,

and they be pumpin in they IV,
dope as !@(%e my needles $#&@in grimey.


as in I'm better than all these people that behind me they
tryna sneak up and get a piece of it, try me.
Cause this my passion and I'd die for this rap %#@!,

they sayin hip-hop dead,
they just average,
I'm the kid whos gone bring it back from the casket

and have my whole city on the map,
Atlast (at last).


My hearts broken, my vision like a tunnel,
a 1000 little pieces like a jig-saw puzzle,
and when I see ya'll cuddle,

I just still have trouble,
I juggle and I fumble these emotions
I don't want em.

So I tuck em in my pocket,
hopin that shes still watchin,
and you claimin you are better but success the only option.

So I pull it back and @@#! it,
this pressure to much stop it.
So I Put it to my head but then I realize shes a toxin,

and I'm, way better,
I'm better than ya average.
I see the finish line and baby you just baggage.

So I'ma sit back, relax and get this cabbage
all the while constantly thinking about the damage,
that you've done to me,

now your done to me,
and I'm comfortably countin up all this money,
see we could split this whole thing up 50-50,

now my life consists of a constant state of being tipsy