Let′s go way back
Video games used to be the storyWhen all the girls ignored me
And all the niggas told me
I was a game head the boss of Bungie
Insult more than compliments that's how I saw
To myself they talking reckless
Probably thinking you be soft not at all
I switched it up
Make a game I gave it up exchange for notebooks
Sounded like a fair trade to me express the goal was
Daaron and he said here′s an outlet it can hold ya
Had him proofread all my rhymes when I finished songs I would show them
Then met a couple niggas with rhyme books to the ceiling
I didn't have it was missing and so
Made it my mission locked in room until I did it
The first album I got was thank me later
I learned it from and back and rapped like I was getting paper
Had ladies Turing heads on the bus was something major
Black Berry my savior
Pandora my savior
Thank you Jesus
When the family ask questions had me feeling like a genius
Like how you know all that felt like my episode on genius
But had that epiphany
If I keep rapping they shit then how I make history
If Im telling his story
I thought about quitting but I stayed in stayed committed
Think about where I would be if threw in rag and I was finish just beginning
And we ain't worried bout it now it′s not the ending
Just like the night is still young I ain′t finish
Don't be afraid to be different
Afraid to chase dreams if they don′t peep vision
When it happen who gone be there like sorry
And when they don't get in return they so salty
Same way I gained rhyme books how I learned to freestyle
Locked in my room consistent practice cause of voice mails wild
Used to get em from my sister ex he used to call and diss me
My lack of skill made me realize I can′t defend me
Put my skills to test battled one my sis friends
Swear to god after I won that man I felt like Eminem
Went from that and to the aux
Off the dome improved a lot I can defense I got my props
Asking for them like the black moon
Recorded songs on my iPod touch I had no Stu
Then grandad build a Stu and loaded up pro tools
Went from free-styling heart out to girls I don't know
To a backyard performance round family wasn′t a goal too
Them freestyle battles paid off when at the table
Got me stu equipment as gift grandad was able
For eighth grade graduation
Appreciate he enabled me to believe need no label
You can do it in you bedroom you just gotta hone your angle
I come from failed performances nervous to do all this
Giving platform after platform and then forgot my lyrics
Now a nigga at Reggie's
I can handle mafias and I ain't talking bout Peggy
They talked about my voice said my flow was off the beat
I heard it all that I weak and it did get to me
But now it′s see you at the top
Hope your ethic come close to me but it won′t come close to me
Very highly unlikely
I thought about quitting but I stayed in stayed committed
Think about where I would be if threw in rag and I was finish just beginning
And we ain't worried bout it now it′s not the ending
Just like the night is still young I ain't finish
Don′t be afraid to be different
Afraid to chase dreams if they don't peep vision
When it happen who gone be there like sorry
And when they don′t get in return they so salty
Enviyon on the mix
