Premonition (feat. Spice 1 & Dice)

Few niggas would dare to step to me
New niggas compare their self to me
I been there, done that, spent that, had that
Wore that, drove that, sailed that, bought that
Ate that, hit that, lived it, breathed that
Felt it, smelt it, smoked it, inhaled it
See 187 in my neighborhood and rode it
Before hood executions my lyrics had been growin
Gold, platinum, billboard the song
Source, Vibe, Rolling Stone
I done everything you niggas tryin to do
Red carpet in Hollywood like Franky lime and food
Simple Simon ass niggas do what Simon do and say
Instead of tryin to go get it they own way
Fire, flames nigga rose like the Phoenix
And all you hater ass niggas seein it
So hard as you, try to sweep a mutha fucka under the rug
I'm still screamin, haters can't fuck wit a thug
It's boss and ladies but the spice burns slim
Lookin like I came fresh out the gym
Six feet 220 re ready to break a mutha fuckas jaw
Have you hater ass niggas sippin soup through a straw
Still standin like a pine tree in a tsunami
And if you wanna run a contest dead just try me

So amazin, how the hell did I make it
I went from the patient that saves now I'm famous
Is it cause I'm blazin or is it from prayin
I know that it's crazy cause daily I'm thinkin
How the hell did I get here

I'm still spittin, shit started as a hobby yo
Ten years later Spice 1 in my studio
Blue collar spittin only realness in my writtens
I'm a real street poet success is a premonition
Never knew I'd make it rappin but almost happened on accident
I'm lastin in the game cause every track I spit is passionate
I know they feel it when I'm stone cold and I'm chillin
And know when I'm in the buildin and I'm feelin my self
I'm playin chess with these suckas in the industry
I'm keepin company with rappers who I used to wanna be
Payin homage, obtainin knowledge from rap college
Hustlenomics a fast track to economics
Real struggle I made it up out the rubble
Now I'm rollin in the fast lane but still remainin humble
Cause I know where I come from, I aint forgot that
The city with some haters where I almost said fuck rap
I'd rather sell a couple thousand and cash checks
Then sign a major deal and be a slave in mass debt
Fuck the fame as long as all the bills are paid
That's what they taught me comin up
That's why I'm livin a better way
Inspiration, motivation through my quotables
My people growin with me everyday and that's incredible
Honestly I couldn't ask for more
Still I find it inside of me and whats left for store

So amazin, how the hell did I make it
I went from the patient that saves now I'm famous
Is it cause I'm blazin or is it from prayin
I know that it's crazy cause daily I'm thinkin
How the hell did I get here

If I made it
Oh ya ya ya
Tell me how did I make it
Oh ya ya ya
Hell ya I made it
How the hell did I make it
So amazin, how the hell did I make it
I went from the patient that saves now I'm famous
Is it cause I'm blazin or is it from prayin
I know that it's crazy cause daily I'm thinkin
How the hell did I get here



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Sant
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