When it comes to knowing what to say, to charm, I always had it.

I can't even find the perfect brush so I can paint what's going through my mind. Racing 'gainst myself but I'm a couple steps behind.

I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta take this

I want to be remembered as an artist that gave you a piece of me, as opposed to some surface bullshit. I just want to be remembered as a poet that was open and honest because I wake up every morning and I'm me.

I'm still fly, I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings

The backpackers are back on the bandwagon like this was my comeback season back, back in the day

I'll be right here in my spot wit a lil more cash than I already got trippin off you cause you had your shot