Lyrics
Yo, turn the beat up a little, I'ma stand back from the mic a lil' bit
Yo, life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that
Enabled me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap
Or a federal cell, growin' up a young black male
My decisions were my own
I'm blessed to not get fed from a silver spoon
It might've spoiled my goals
My debut it came straight from the soul
To tell it how I see it, don't blind 'em with mind control
Could've easily adapted to trends, chasin' them ends
Which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end
Album number two, Juelz gardened me praise
And 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 when CD's start movin'
Change is loomin', time consumin', huh
With a slight edge of popularity
Comes with a taste of power that could fuck up your head
Moved on to my third LP
Bon Appétit was a miss, a failure
That was the talk in 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
Instead of standin' on the sidelines bitter
I made Star Child and Smoke and Mirrors
Now look at the game's insane bunch of weirdos
Without sayin' names, the weak you accept as your hero
Take away the music, listen to my acapellas
My shit is art with textures, depth and colors in it
Love and pain combined with real feelings
Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit
When it's my time from this world, I'll move on
An angelic voice will be heard singin' this very song
Fantastic piece of architecture
Fantastic piece of architecture
Yo, life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that
Enabled me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap
Or a federal cell, growin' up a young black male
My decisions were my own
I'm blessed to not get fed from a silver spoon
It might've spoiled my goals
My debut it came straight from the soul
To tell it how I see it, don't blind 'em with mind control
Could've easily adapted to trends, chasin' them ends
Which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end
Album number two, Juelz gardened me praise
And 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 when CD's start movin'
Change is loomin', time consumin', huh
With a slight edge of popularity
Comes with a taste of power that could fuck up your head
Moved on to my third LP
Bon Appétit was a miss, a failure
That was the talk in 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
Instead of standin' on the sidelines bitter
I made Star Child and Smoke and Mirrors
Now look at the game's insane bunch of weirdos
Without sayin' names, the weak you accept as your hero
Take away the music, listen to my acapellas
My shit is art with textures, depth and colors in it
Love and pain combined with real feelings
Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit
When it's my time from this world, I'll move on
An angelic voice will be heard singin' this very song
Fantastic piece of architecture
Fantastic piece of architecture