Just Like That

'Sup, who 'dis?
Oh shit, it's you?
Oh man, what's crackin'?
Me? Man, you know what I be doing
Yeah man, it be like that sometimes
Y'know nowadays, I be getting told
I ain't cut out for this rap shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
And lately, I been telling 'em otherwise

Let me take you back to when I was in Garden Village
Back when rap was somethin' I thought I couldn't fulfill in
And every time I hear it, I'm always given the feeling
That I could rock the house and just blow off the fuckin' ceiling
That I could make a record that resonates with the children
That represents the thoughts of a victim turned into villain
An origin story waiting to happen and it's chilling
And now I got the feeling that I'ma become the illest
And now I'm writing this verse while I hope to make it out
And lead a better life to make my fuckin' family proud
And Nasty Nas said he wanted to lead a different route
And now I'm feeling inspired to do the same shit now
And I'm in my sixth year and I've yet to reach the top
And now I'm being told to give it all up and I'm thinking not
Because I got too much to lose, why the fuck you think I'll stop
I won't ever call this shit quits, because this shit means a lot

I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track
I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track

Let me take you back to when bullies were on the regular
Back to when motherfuckers never possessed a cellular
I remember shooting my shot but without a derringer
Rizzing up these girls and I'd fail 'cause I be scaring 'em
At eleven years old, yeah maybe I did it wrong
Then I picked up a pen and wrote a rhyme til my shit was all
To perfection like I'd bitten these rappers and all their songs
Nowadays, dressing like B-Rabbit is long and gone
I be into my element, looking celibate
Writing rhymes 'til my brain hurts for the fuckin' hell of it
I've been smellin' shit from my peers who think I'm irrelevant
Out of ignorance 'cause they're jealous that I'm so elegant
Regardless, I got a fuckin' chip on my shoulder, now
And I'm being told of these different paths to be chosen, now
And I don't know of my destiny but I'll make it clear
That I ain't giving up on this hip hop, and I'm staying here

I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track
I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track
I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track
I'ma be on my rap shit, just like that
Making records every eighty seconds, just like that
Why would I be going nowhere, you might ask
I be going places, just gotta keep on the right track