I don’t sell rocks to make my bills, im a student still learning my skills. Either school knowledge or street smarts, my words will go straight to your hearts. Reppin no gang reppin no color, n***a I don’t need to be a baller to make myself a dollar. I don’t ask for what I need, I work for it without showin greed. Never time to stop and freeze, always workin on my hands and knees. Doin everything to stay alive, no matter how much I strive, I’ll always find a way to survive. You can shoot me a million times, blade me up for my crimes, do anything you want but you can’t stop my rhymes. I’m a rapper who will never become ancient history, my qualities are like an unsolved mystery