Eleven.Six.Sixteen

Yeah
Yeah
A realer truth was never spoken
I'm heading down the path that I've chosen
With the microphone recording all the voices that have stolen homes in my dome
How is that for an introduction to a song

Dead presidents who'll never know my name
But I got they picture in my wallet like, image frame
On my way, change the game
Let the speakers knock, long live the real
Go pop, and maybe let something go pop for real

Like inner city windy city cops
I got a homie out there and he stopped
Smiling soon as they killed the thought
Like it's laying on the ground yelling please stop, I'm shot, but they ain't stop

A garden of peace is where you'll find me
Crafting samples, fixing rhythms, I'm defining
My lines and practicing rhyming
I imagine perfect timing
Rollex dreams, platinum face, silver lining
Icy
Like the city I come from
I see like turn your blind eye son
From
The illegitimate, indiscriminate
Post-school pre-fame shit
That people put out like it's a hit

My brother hasn't put the bottle down since he was twelve
Now he's 23
How I deal with that at 17
How would you choose to cope if you were me
Unproductive habits turn to lifestyles, yelling that ain't me

And they said I needed cardio
So I been pushing the Lexus
See I like to test life, how life tests us
And somebody told me I would die in that car
I don't limit myself, I'm dyin in a faster car

Scary shit to hear
It's scarier to say
Knowing that you mean it means it might come true one day
I mean good life and longevity
Are a lifetime away

Immature kid with the maturest of thoughts
4 years ago, man, who would have thought
That Gaby Baby with the Bluetooth jambox
Would come back, packing heat, cause he never stopped
With the beat boxing
With plays on words, he
Does it like it's nothin cause he doesn't fumble with his hustle, he's just humble undercover
Mr. steal yo girl, hits the DM's undercover
Finds his way into the covers, tryin not to catch a case
We discussin great, she's telling me that I'm great
Let her know she's late, I been in touch with fate, got a girl on my mind, but
That's discussion for a later date

And mama Rouse find peace when my music loud
Kicks that shake the house honestly make her proud
Because her son's found a creative way to handle the world around him
He started swimming, he quit drowning
He realized that life is more than trying
Life is doing
Sees that truth is better than lying
He's proving
That she ain't mess it all up
A single mother with four sons
Is tough
Good thing she didn't have a gun
Good thing she understood love
So she could pass it on, started running when I was passed the baton
Now I'm on
Picked myself up with an angel's arms now I'm on

And yeah, I'm sure I wouldn't mind fortune and fame
But I got songs to make
I got art to give
I got lives to change
Messages to spread
Promises to keep
What would you do if you were me

I mean we all gonna die one day
Yeah we all gonna die one day
So how you gonna live? You get to choose which way