Retrospect
Yeah
Gettin' some shit off my chest once again
Shit, man, I've always got something to say
You know, it's funny that people mistaken me as the quiet one
And all it is is I don't say a whole lot
Not until I need to
So here goes nothing
Coming from the streets of Gunnison Avenue
Where motherfuckers smack you up if you're having an attitude
Where I learned to write my first rhyme with a magnitude
That should have gotten me canceled
But the fact is, I ain't as bad as you
Think... I'm just a regular person like you
Who lives a normal life but the minute I hit the mic booth
I'm in a world that's giving me strength to retaliate against the
Punk bullies who've been fucking with me since high school
Nowadays, I finna be looking back in retrospect
Back in the fuckin' day when you had a protect ya neck
Word to Method Man, Raekwon and Inspectah Deck
'Cuz all I did was study my rhymes that I recollect
From all the battle raps and freestyles that I be kicking
That I be spitting with the homeboys who I've been missin'
My motherfuckin' ride-or-dies behind "Democide and "Schizo-
-phrenic" until the end, whether we got a pot to piss in
And I be on a mission to hit the fuckin' jackpot
Even if it means I'm gonna go toe-to-toe with the Sasquatch
And have his fuckin' ass knocked just like a mascot
And smacking him in his face and having him acting like a crackpot
'Cuz I ain't tryna' end up smoking on fucking crack rocks
And start taking shit from finicky bomboclaats and asswads
Who keep comparing me to the motherfuckin' rap god
Like I ain't heard that shit a thousand times
They smoking on grass sod
And guess what happens when you're growing up in broken homes
You feel the desperation to beat that kid who fuckin' broke your nose
And I remember them days, living near the locomotive tracks
That were loud, I couldn't even sleep in the mobile home
It's almost as if I was such a fuckin' insomniac
Who's growing up too fast and drinking the bottle of Cognac
It's crazy seeing the shit that's happened as I'm watching back
And I wouldn't trade this life for anything, God, that's all I ask
Gettin' some shit off my chest once again
Shit, man, I've always got something to say
You know, it's funny that people mistaken me as the quiet one
And all it is is I don't say a whole lot
Not until I need to
So here goes nothing
Coming from the streets of Gunnison Avenue
Where motherfuckers smack you up if you're having an attitude
Where I learned to write my first rhyme with a magnitude
That should have gotten me canceled
But the fact is, I ain't as bad as you
Think... I'm just a regular person like you
Who lives a normal life but the minute I hit the mic booth
I'm in a world that's giving me strength to retaliate against the
Punk bullies who've been fucking with me since high school
Nowadays, I finna be looking back in retrospect
Back in the fuckin' day when you had a protect ya neck
Word to Method Man, Raekwon and Inspectah Deck
'Cuz all I did was study my rhymes that I recollect
From all the battle raps and freestyles that I be kicking
That I be spitting with the homeboys who I've been missin'
My motherfuckin' ride-or-dies behind "Democide and "Schizo-
-phrenic" until the end, whether we got a pot to piss in
And I be on a mission to hit the fuckin' jackpot
Even if it means I'm gonna go toe-to-toe with the Sasquatch
And have his fuckin' ass knocked just like a mascot
And smacking him in his face and having him acting like a crackpot
'Cuz I ain't tryna' end up smoking on fucking crack rocks
And start taking shit from finicky bomboclaats and asswads
Who keep comparing me to the motherfuckin' rap god
Like I ain't heard that shit a thousand times
They smoking on grass sod
And guess what happens when you're growing up in broken homes
You feel the desperation to beat that kid who fuckin' broke your nose
And I remember them days, living near the locomotive tracks
That were loud, I couldn't even sleep in the mobile home
It's almost as if I was such a fuckin' insomniac
Who's growing up too fast and drinking the bottle of Cognac
It's crazy seeing the shit that's happened as I'm watching back
And I wouldn't trade this life for anything, God, that's all I ask
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