Someday you'll go too fast

Absolutely, yeah

You ain't even gotta put my name on this, uh, uh

Knowledge of self

I'm from a pocket where Impalas gobble the health of a Vice Lord

Rap music from the trunk of a Chevy is how my life's scored

Distorted bass, black mind lookin' like a physics class whiteboard

You can take my place

If you fight for it

My mic corded, I write portraits and rap polite orbits

Around whoever you might feel is important

Last album came with a porch and a mortgage

If you can't afford it, then jump off it

The step-setters at Georgia's, the young and gorgeous

Who used to breakfast at Zorba's, breath control of a swordfish

With more better-yets than a thesaurus

We got options, we got layers

An undisclosed number of poles in the studio

So after the flowin', I can go vote for mayor in here, word to Huggy Bear

Would say word to me but I don't fucking care

'Bout what you doing up in here

I got so much faith in my barber

That I ain't even bother, since the black and gold starter

In the 63rd Street beach water just like a otter

Chicago's Shawn Carter, except he's odder

When you're friends with robbers and martial artists for fathers, things get fostered

And fathered further than virgins, that's hard to follow; I'm hard to fall off

We'll never touch like Kedzie and Karlov

My mental state is calm like Grand Theft Auto with all the stars off

Superstar, skateboard, kickin' like he a sawed-off

Man carry license plate cover, how much the car cost?

A lot

That's salat like 47th and Woodlawn, pilot it with my good arm

It's much more than Chicago's Rushmore

By the time the deal done, they gon' have to put me on the real one

Westside