[Intro:]

When i die, fill my casket full of trail mix

Make sure i got some basketball shorts underneath my tuxedo when you bury me momma. please

[Verse 1]

Yo what's good with it?

Been half proper, half hood with it

'Cause they tryta put me in a box like I could fit it

But that ain't your job, and if it is, boi you should quit it

'Cause i'm like NAH

And i'm an Eagle Scout

But if I don't represent all that it be about

That just let 'em know, that I never took the easy route

Word to Al Gore, 'cause the Bush I never beat around

I used to tell people 'bout:

My plans, they're like, "When tho?"

So lately I let my actions crescendo

'Cause slowly they're just getting louder than my words

Now you're concerned? I don't need another friend tho

Listen bro

This is like a Nintendo 64

'Cause I ain't playing no more, but I'm finna blow

Ah, so cliché and predictable

But it gets them every time like a pick & roll

My confidence is so high, it's hitting different notes

Excuse me but I think the sky got a mistletoe

And when I die, don't cry, let 'em know

When I Left, my soul was Right like I'm pigeoned toed

Aye son

Its still glory to Christ until that day comes

So homeboy your advice is like sushi samples

'Cause i don't take none

No i don't take none

What you mean?

[Interlude: Pops]

Whats that saying? you don't wanna be all things... to all people... because then you end up being... nothing..."

Burgundy: "to nobody?"

Pops: "Right. so you don't wanna be all things to all people, cause then you'll end up being nothing to nobody

[Verse 2]

And to who'm it may concern

I bump Bach at the crib, 2Pac in the whip

In my own bracket, you cannot just predict

Staples in my jacket, only shop if its thrift

Half my clothes are secondhand like the watch on wrist

Says its time to shine, yeah my clock's luminous

Say I got one shot, well I'm not one to miss

The Last time I ain't delivered, it was October 6th, '96

The next day, i ain't stopped ever since

Hold up

Wait

Prissy chicks love the slick talk

She said, "oh my God, you smell like the thrift shop"

"What are your long term goals?"

1. Be a meme

2. Spread the gospel

3. Be the reason that my Momma likes hip hop

Aye

And my condition's only tip top

Only time I see defeat is when I wear flip flops

Aye

Let 2 and 2 lip lock

Jumped out the Blue, like Kriss Kross tryna crip walk

I'm Bob Ross meets Ricky Ross

Painting pictures on the Freeway with lip gloss

Cause theres no stopping when I make up my mind

Ain't no breaks from the drive

I put it down like a sick dog

And I hope you doubt that

I walk around like Kobe asking where the foul at

'Cause ain't nobody touching me, my style is a fair catch

With the cheese touch- thats Wimpy Kid if you read much

My references are too Barry Bonds-

Out of left field, but hit home when you get 'em dawg

This would sound a lot different if I care'd what y'all thought about it

But i don't say it if I'm not about it

"When did you become so cocky? like all of a sudden, why all of this stuntin'?"

I guess I'm just feelin' myself, like if I lost my wallet or something

I promise its nothing

[Refrain]

I promise its nothing..

Lemme just...

I just gotta stunt.. every.. every tuesday night

Is when i stunt 4 u

[Verse 3]

The Black folk iffy 'bout me

'Cause I'm half Latino

But half Black, so Latinos say I'm not their people

My biracial tears never meant nothing, especially to the government

Uncle Sam told me that I'm still not equal

But I'm

Still choppin' up ebonics with the gang members

Or proper grammar with your grandmother

Biggie Smalls meets Beethoven

Jay and Nas on a band cover

Versatile: I'm the personification

And every verse is pure water and trail mix

'Cause it ain't what you want, its what you need

This food for thought, never sugar-coated but the flow sweet

Don't sleep, boi this is strictly for the poor kids

There's beauty in the struggle, look I'm gorgeous

Never sell my soul, you can't afford this

No you cat afford this. No you can't afford this

Aye

Same JT, I'll never change

My laundromat knows me better than my bank

Conversation with an OG on the train

And he made me miss my stop, now I'm in another state...

Of mind

'Cause I'm just soaking up game

He told me be a social spokesman for my day

Make my words stand out, they're bold and all capitalized

And I'm straight up with it, not italicized

I ain't your type? somethings up with your font

But i ain't never claimed to be something I'm not

You don't like it, i ain't make it for you in the first place

Your favorite rapper is not safe, he's never leaving third base

Like wait

Requisite flex so they listen

But its still fist up for the resistance

My life is a book, don't expect no plot twist

'Cause I did it my way, thats my Frank Synopsis