Yo turn the beat up a little
I'ma stand back from the mic a little bit...
Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that
enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap
Over federal cell, growin up a young black male
My decisions were my own, I'm blessed, and I get fed from a silver spoon
It mighta spoiled my goals
My debut it came straight from the soul
To tell it how I see it no blinder over my control
Could have easily adapted to trends, chasin them ends
which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end
Album number two Jewelz garnered me praise
It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned
Now die-hards checkin for me, showin me love
when I'm out and about, cars pass, shoutin me out
Things get to clickin with vinyl and CD
Start movin, change is loomin, time consumin huh??
With a slight edge in popularity
comes with a taste of power that can fuck up your head
Moved on to my third LP, Bon Appetit was a miss
Failure - that was the talk of the streets
I took it as a slap in the face
Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space
Always been a anti-nigga, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter
I made Starchild and Smoke

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