Used to rock a throwback ballin on the corner, now I rock tailored suit lookin' like a owner.

I'm not afraid of dying I'm afraid of not trying

I grew up in Marcy Projects in Brooklyn, and my mom and pop had an extensive record collection, so Michael Jackson and Stevie Wonder and all of those sounds and souls of Motown filled the house.

All these ways we classify things as R&B and hip-hop and rock... It's bullshit. It's all music. If you put yourself in that box, then you won't be able to hear that it's all music at its soul.

Cough up a lung where I'm from marcy son, aint nothin nice

Niggas pray and pray on my downfall, But every time I hit the ground I bounce up like round ball

I dumb down for my audience and double my dollars...