My Story

1991

When the bass drop, I picture words behind my eyelids
Paste em' on a paper for later stackin' up my hits
Patience, like the Devil remember that he ain't driving'
I ain't gotta rush, I need time

When the bass drop, I picture words behind my eyelids
Paste em' on a paper for later stackin' up my hits
Patience, like the Devil remember that he ain't driving'
I ain't gotta rush, I need time man

1991, September the 26th
Your boy Mileon was born right in the mix
So much that I had to go and make a mixtape about it
I know that life sucks cause everyday its surrounded by the

Same shit, especially minorities
But I don't give a damn, I'm here to tell you about my story
You can't hold me back cause I'm about to kill it
I'm tryna be the bomb, not just a flash in the skillet

A grown ass man don't need nobodies permission
I'm cutting like a DJ, a surgeon down to precision
I get rappers pissed off, cause I be deadly
22nd Century flow and still an MC

Strugglin' but fuck it, who doesn't? Man its life
Imma play my cards right, and write till I get authoritis
From it, numb from the thumb down to the small one
I feel like number 1, especially when I'm on one

25 6 foot even, I'm in the makin'
Coming straight outta Austin, TX a place of greatness
Always blazin' tryna switch music to be my 9 to 5 so I can
Record, Stop, Play, Roll up and get high

Too many struggles that I've been through in this normal life
When I spit a rhyme, inside me, I see a new light
New opportunities many faces to meet, and places to see
I can't afford to lose a ticket for the airplane seat

Givin' my best, get it back from good Karma
I don't expect a thing, it was destined to be promised
Gotta own this one and only opportunity, make it mine
Hold it down for the city and throw it up on the Mic

For every Hip Hop head, the fans come first
They are the ones who will listen and quench my thirst
To be an MC at my fullest potential, I thank you from the tip of my pencil
I'll never break the temple that y'all helped me assemble

Cause I Love what I do, I was born to do this
People say they wanna help but they ain't go through my shit
I don't wanna fight no more, I just wanna be happy
Growin' out my hair till its nappy, a rebel baby

I'm just tryna live life, lyrically I live else where
I'm tired of my family lining up to get welfare
Cause that just means the head household is a looser
And that's not me at least from this point to the future

When the bass drop, I picture words behind my eyelids
Paste em' on a paper for later stackin' up my hits
Patience, like the Devil remember that he ain't driving'
I ain't gotta rush, I need time

When the bass drop, I picture words behind my eyelids
Paste em' on a paper for later stackin' up my hits
Patience, like the Devil remember that he ain't driving'
I ain't gotta rush, I need time man



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Herrera
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