I grew up a hip-hop kid
Watching 50 on the TV I must admit 
Stomp the store and stole a cd
What you know about me 
I fell in love with the sport 
Flipping words make them rhyme on the spot 
Like a word Smith I'm welding pots 
Cutting ts and my i's with a dot 
Monte Jovens 12 o'clock at the dot 
Only time I got caught 
By a police who stole my money stole my socks and my watch 
A lot of critics through the years do this or do that 
I bet you needing help now we can help you through that 
Burna winning now u better sound like him on a track 
Or sound like Ckay or it's Buju or Wiz 
Talking Wiz I'm still blocked bro what's up with that 
I'm still a fan fuck the noise words of choice from those stans on your  mentions 
I can't remember what I did that got your attention 
That gat u thinking it's getting out hand should probably block the man
I got fans in Pakistan but I never packed a stand
I've got fans that cool me down but never a pack of stans 
I pray to God in my darkest times and felt a hand 
Blessed is the hand that gives than the mouth that demands

When my dreams get blurry I sleep with my lenses
Can't load up the parky without receiving advances 
Opportunity comes I'm ready I got to take those chances 
Say shit with chest heavy no matter the circumstances wow!
Its all clear my niggas don't believe 
I throw a broom in the closet then watch them leave 
(That's some real voodoo shit right there, I ain't going to lie)
I throw a broom in the closet then watch them leave 
They said it ain't going to work try to be realistic 
Like you being alive today is even realistic 
They threw my shit out through the window and said go get it 
Ain't no stopping me on a route dawg
I went and still got it
Its one life to live I mean I gat to dream right
Life can't just be about paying your bills right 
I done fell a million times trying to get it right 
If it works then my downs won't be discussed right 
My homie said I'm not a real cuz I don't smoke weed 
I got to be mean bang with the ops run from the police 
They trying to push me out my course to create a leeway 
I am detective Carter I do it my way not Lee's way
Trying to get my point across they wanna nail me on it 
Can't get depressed 'bout taking loss but get inspired by it 
By the way it's only one yes I need 
Hop in my living room create a bounce jump off the grid

This shit is worth my weight of Gold
Like wine I get better as I get old 
Zero copies of record sold 
With all the story I been done told 
Best rapper in Africa can't get me on my toes 
Bunch of singers and tchwip up in the poles
Its clear I'm the best I suppose 
Matter of fact I impose
I'm in the booth strapped up with the gloves