damn right

I kiss my teeth and roll up my tobacco
Never miss when I put pen to paper (No, no)
Simbi never running out of ammo
They could never be me
Niggas know what I’m on
From fuckin' Space Age days and shit
From way back
Soundcloud days and shit
Inner city child, inner city problems
We ain’t have no guidebook on how to solve 'em
Used to hit the clutch straight into first
Now I ride automatic through the place I was birthed (True, true)
Full gassed and I skeet 'round the curve (Like so)
Up now, true I been through the worst (Yeah, I have)
Up now, everybody want something (Why? Why?)
Being here is a gift and a curse (True facts)
Man ain’t step, back of the line, you cannot be first (Oh yes)
That’s not how it works, little fuckboy, don’t get on my nerves
What do I believe? I tried the mosque and I tried the church (Church)
Now I’m just spiritual, I had to think about what I was living for
How on Earth did I speak to the masses? (How the hell?)
Easiest song that I made was a classic (True story)
They get fifteen minutes here and then they vanish (Then you’re gone)
Are you embarrassed? That shit’s embarrassing