My Sound

Intro to me, introduction to reduction I want to run the country motherfucker who's Bluffing?
Crutches of corruption, supporting the economy's mumbling
Pac said it best, if it ain't something, it ain't nothing

I found who I am, I didn't need god's plan
Predestination shouldn't exist in this land
If this twenty-one years of life has taught me anything it's that we have potential, Disregard happenstance

The occasional shorty hits my phone, identify her ring tone
She's only hitting me up cause her man left her alone
She wants this dog to throw a bone, the dog surely ain't home
He ran off to get his mind right, reaffirm his tone

Saddened by my haptics, acoustics never-lacking
Like Franklin Saint in snowfall, got me cracking
Took a stick to the head, now I'm baseball batting
But I pop up like Madea "hello, what's happening?"
I'm rapping not gat-packing
Swatting flies, now I'm gnatting
Taking a break to give y'all a chance, now I'm cat-napping
Now I'm relaxing, avoid pit falls and the trappings that they lay out to impede my lyrical Attacking

Oh, baby don't you go
Don't you leave me all alone

My words ain't just for show
Now I'm driving the boat
I only picked up a mic five months ago
Flows in tow, like grass I mow, the competition down to pave my road of gold
Glory in my story
I hope they don't ignore me, then again I'm clutch
I think it's giving Robert Horry

Intro to me, introduction to reduction I want to run the country motherfucker who's Bluffing?
Crutches of corruption, supporting the economy's mumbling
Pac said it best, if it ain't something, it ain't nothing, my sound