Okay so Im on the beat
what am I supposed to rhyme
what am I supposed to do in this booth
am I to flow a line
what am I a postman now
what am I a poster child
what am I supposed to smile?
what am I supposed to be the dopest MC to hold this down
what if I wasnt poor as a child
what if I didnt grow up in doubt
I probably shouldnt be smoking so much my mind is over fried
but still I notice how
them same folks will smile in your face
but behind your back them same folk will frown
but thats enough about them, talk about me
yeh its B to the O, I said B to the O and to the B
I owe it to the streets
and I aint tryna brag but you know your boys a beast
and yeah I gotta eat cause my groceries on this beat
and my song will carry on till I no longer speak
my soul is all so Kosher added to the fact Im cheap
and I put that on my grandma ? so Rest In Peace hater!
ay many blessins sent from heaven thanking God to be alive
flight attendant woke me up said Mr.Cole you have arrived, welcome
in this game the price of fame is steep Lord help em
keep em sane
prayin that the heat wont melt em
Im headed to the top I couldnt be more welcome
took the lead role now look Im right outside ya peephole
thats for the crownholders
never would I dethrone
but if you ever leave home dont worry I keep ya seat warm
so yea Im simba in a sense Im the Prince you imposters no mufasas
but theres oscars for you gents
when I say im betta then you n-ggas dont mean no offense
but is clear wit no tints man just check the fingerprints
you see we not the same
I got a sh-t list wit lots a names
and plus hit list wit of rappers Ima cock and aim
then its who shot ya man
finally figured out tha game got nothin to lose
and a whole f-ckin lot to gain.