[Part 1]

[Intro (Sample): Richard Pryor]

And I always had to box them dudes that looked like they just killed their parents. You know, have you ever seen them niggers with them big rusty ass hands, the kind of hand you can strike a match in the middle of it? Right. They come out at the bell beating themself up. Right, (ding, boom, boom… ) I’m saying, well, he don’t give a fuck about me!

[Verse 1: Saba]

Uh, look, I'm ridin' like I fell in love

Down Roosevelt like Eleanor

We out the hood it's better for us

A private school in the suburbs

The quiet kid, he know his scores

Do he even have vocal cords?

They wanted me to speak up more

And I took this shit overboard

Worn like the mileage high, turned to a violent guy

I walk up in this bitch like y'all know my name but it's funny

'Cause I used to be kind of shy

Like, remember when Jenai said hi, and I would just walk past her

I got a lot to say but not a lot of space so I talked faster

Now I'm far from the silent, feelin' less lost and misguided

College course is horse shit, no offense and I'm still undecided

On the fence like I was just here for the ride

I'm not up for election but could probably suffice as a write in

So quiet, because rejection like my biggest fear

My only phobia was growin' up and watchin' no one care

My character embarrassed, that´s hard to just be myself

My cellphone went from zero contacts to 'bout a million in a year

[Chorus: Saba]

If it’s flawed, it falls

If it's real, it won't

Just look at the stars, and know

Love is found, when it's lost

If it’s flawed, it falls

If it's real, it won't

Just look at the stars, and know

Love is found, when it's lost

When it's lost

[Verse 2: Saba]

All I can be is myself

All I can do is me, R.I.P. to my stealth

Invisible but not invincible

Penetrable mental words like projectiles

How many of them went through

Went too far without talkin'

Talk about some shit you've been through instead of Bentleys and bent knees

That's a pet peeve I have when a rapper act like they can't breathe

They not alive but one dimensional, he went to the bank and he withdrew his soul

But my soul is what I give you

Like Cassius duckin' the draft for now the fight is over hopefully I can win

At war with yourself when you look in that mirror you realize who you been fightin'

My father told me I'm 'bout to take it over, been recordin' since 10

Years old, not PM

These songs, these hymns

My life literally on wax from wacker to back out west though

Only nigga from the block that dream of different success

You think that he accept himself just cause he made acceptance speech?

I'm out my comfort zone, I found myself, now accept me for me

[Chorus]

If it’s flawed, it falls

If it's real, it won't

Just look at the stars, and know

Love is found, when it's lost

If it’s flawed, it falls

If it's real, it won't

Just look at the stars, and know

Love is found, when it's lost

When it's lost

[Outro]

When it's lost

When it's lost

When it's lost

Just look at the stars, and know

Love is found, when it's lost

When it's lost

When it's lost

When it's lost

When it's lost

[Part 2]

[Verse 1: Saba]

Fake girls callin' me by my real name

Real people fuck with me cause I feel pain

Am I insane

For thinkin' that it's possible for me to blow up and I ain't deal 'cane?

I'm from the same street that fo' nem on, grew up on

That corner like they foundation is more like a cornerstone

Well wishes like a quarter thrown, even if it's sorta wrong

I'm 'bout to take it back like the waiter got your order wrong, crack epidemic

Fast forward thirty years, rap epidemic

Fashion and linen, fast bitten rhythm

I'm from the D, that's division, they put my nigga in prison

He wrote me every month and told me I'mma get it

I don't need your opinion, you don't gotta believe in me

There's niggas that'll bleed for me, the same go equally

Black ops lurkin' like COD

And white cops wanna kill me

Only cause I'm a black boy

The only rap boy that spit facts and I factoid

They kill niggas for their Concords

Me, I'm just tryin' to go on tour

My niggas comin' up with me out in carpool

To Toronto to something you all know

To something that you all know

[Verse 2: LeGit]

You must got your finger pricked on a spindle

Friends call me L'z, but you can call me Vincenzo

Minus the Uzi and kitchen I'm on a mission 'til it's

Breakfast at Wimbledon, turkey sausage and French toast

With all my niggas, I swear I tell 'em we this close

You need a dollar I got ya, spot ya like Glenn Close

I'm twenty two with dreams of payin' off them Benz notes

They pulled me over, L'z suspended, damn, I didn't know

Didn't matter, cuffed to a banister, finger prints on a scanner

Most niggas that talk about shootin' dudes is actors

To keep it real you probably hard as chutes & ladders

My next shit a brick of piff, you smell it through the plastic

Sonnin' all you bastards, and you gon' meet the parents like a male nurse

Cause when it come to these sixteens I'm well versed

Few thousand fans in one room, we send that bitch to the moon

Remind me to let you know if the hammer fell first, they probably yell church

But I might show up to the function in a tinted Hummer

With a Zoe Saldana, just left Benihanas

Might cut her off right after summer, I don't really want her

Keep it a hundred, she just a prima doma that's on a scholarship

Say she do this as often as the apocalypse

I told her save that shit to a floppy disk

Girl save that shit to a floppy disk

[Outro]

Say where-where-where you are

Is a reflection of where we start

If you shine your light on the world

Promise that you'll go far...