November 9th
Let me look into my future with a clear eyed view
I see plaques, bright lights, and a mic to speak through
I see a crib with some kids
A beautiful woman
And a big ass window, with the light shining through
Meditation keep me sane, I see a calm mental
I see a couple different whips we ain't doing rentals
I see a studio room
That's for instrumentals being played, rap gone get me paid, speaking on my issues
Tell my momma no more tears we don't need a tissue
Cause I know I'm taking off, now my flow a missile
They say I'm spitting some fire, I cook the beat, hear it sizzling
I den recognized my worth, that's my advantage, no Wimbledon
Finna carve my name in history, with this flow I be chiseling
I'm a hooper and a rapper, on a pivot be swiveling
Flow the truth, I'm so hunnid, that they be calling me Benjamin
Know it's all about the Benjamins man
I ain't ever spitting trash, all you rappers be littering
I know that I'm the greatest, know my music be triggering
I know that I'm the greatest all these flows I'm delivering
Coach E speaking on his truths that why I know they ain't listening
Too addicted to the lies, ain't the same, no I'm different
They can't read between the lines, Coach E flowing illiterate
They be flowing some jibberish, they ain't writing they scribbling
I can see it through the glass, but I'm on the wrong side
I'm content with my past, I just wanna provide
Buy a crib for my moms
Sit and laugh about the times when we ain't have a dime
As we sip a martini, we flying in a G5
I know I gotta keep my head high, I swear I be trying
I know I gotta keep my head high, I swear I be trying
Know I gotta keep my head high can't take it sometimes
I just can't take it sometimes
These women trying to take my heart, can't pay em no mind
Too busy trying to speak my peace, now I'm on studio time
Know that ima solve our problems if I put em in rhymes
I know I gotta keep my head high, he showing me signs
Know I gotta keep my...
He showing me signs
They hear my pain and all my truths, I like to put em in rhymes
I'm finally catching up, and now they call my flow the new Hines
I'm never losing track of days when we had troubling times
They thought that I ain't have a chance, I'm doubling mines
I'm only spitting facts, I'm rapping, I ain't mumbling mines
How Coach E rapping on this beat, they say I'm juggling rhymes
Still got demons on my head, look how I'm juggling mine
You got the vision but you failing cause you lacking the drive
I got the vision, but the difference it's a tunnel in mine
Thoughts on how to get away, I got a dozen in mind
I know that I'm only getting better I ain't even in prime
I know I'm only getting better I'm ahead of my time
I got a ladder to the top, so with my words ima climb
I said it's all in perfect timing, now I think it's divine
I know my momma raised a goat, was born on November 9
The way Coach E drop back to back, they call my flow the new spine
They play my songs, they wear it out, I call my flow Calvin Klein
It's through the glass, I can see it, got my feet on recline
I told my momma, we gone make it
Everything gone be fine
I see plaques, bright lights, and a mic to speak through
I see a crib with some kids
A beautiful woman
And a big ass window, with the light shining through
Meditation keep me sane, I see a calm mental
I see a couple different whips we ain't doing rentals
I see a studio room
That's for instrumentals being played, rap gone get me paid, speaking on my issues
Tell my momma no more tears we don't need a tissue
Cause I know I'm taking off, now my flow a missile
They say I'm spitting some fire, I cook the beat, hear it sizzling
I den recognized my worth, that's my advantage, no Wimbledon
Finna carve my name in history, with this flow I be chiseling
I'm a hooper and a rapper, on a pivot be swiveling
Flow the truth, I'm so hunnid, that they be calling me Benjamin
Know it's all about the Benjamins man
I ain't ever spitting trash, all you rappers be littering
I know that I'm the greatest, know my music be triggering
I know that I'm the greatest all these flows I'm delivering
Coach E speaking on his truths that why I know they ain't listening
Too addicted to the lies, ain't the same, no I'm different
They can't read between the lines, Coach E flowing illiterate
They be flowing some jibberish, they ain't writing they scribbling
I can see it through the glass, but I'm on the wrong side
I'm content with my past, I just wanna provide
Buy a crib for my moms
Sit and laugh about the times when we ain't have a dime
As we sip a martini, we flying in a G5
I know I gotta keep my head high, I swear I be trying
I know I gotta keep my head high, I swear I be trying
Know I gotta keep my head high can't take it sometimes
I just can't take it sometimes
These women trying to take my heart, can't pay em no mind
Too busy trying to speak my peace, now I'm on studio time
Know that ima solve our problems if I put em in rhymes
I know I gotta keep my head high, he showing me signs
Know I gotta keep my...
He showing me signs
They hear my pain and all my truths, I like to put em in rhymes
I'm finally catching up, and now they call my flow the new Hines
I'm never losing track of days when we had troubling times
They thought that I ain't have a chance, I'm doubling mines
I'm only spitting facts, I'm rapping, I ain't mumbling mines
How Coach E rapping on this beat, they say I'm juggling rhymes
Still got demons on my head, look how I'm juggling mine
You got the vision but you failing cause you lacking the drive
I got the vision, but the difference it's a tunnel in mine
Thoughts on how to get away, I got a dozen in mind
I know that I'm only getting better I ain't even in prime
I know I'm only getting better I'm ahead of my time
I got a ladder to the top, so with my words ima climb
I said it's all in perfect timing, now I think it's divine
I know my momma raised a goat, was born on November 9
The way Coach E drop back to back, they call my flow the new spine
They play my songs, they wear it out, I call my flow Calvin Klein
It's through the glass, I can see it, got my feet on recline
I told my momma, we gone make it
Everything gone be fine
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Ragland
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