As if the birds don’t chirp,
as if a trillion nerves don’t work
in the human body
Who would I be?
Without the creator of this theater
Beside me to gently guide me?
Somedays I wonder if I need to
pick a different hobby
I’m deep in with this rappin
It’s all a n**** know
I never didn’t nothin better,
it’s hard to let it go
But like a father, watching his daughter,
walk down the altar,
With tears in his eyes,
you gotta let her grow
And so I shall,
but first I been honing my style
Coldest around, with more quotables
than what the quota allows
You see a top 10 list
I see a Golden Corral, n****
As the moon jumps over the cow
I contemplate if I should wait to
hand over the crown
And stick around for a bit longer