I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to ya'll!
Iām the bomb like tick tick.
Four tears in my face and you ain't never heard me cry/ I'm richer than all y'all, I got a bank full of pride
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower
I am my city. Nobody from my city wants to hear about my city.
Thank God, I'm actually infatuated and in love with what I do, therefore I am what I do. So I never have to forget [any of my ideas] because I never have to remember, I just am. I don't need to write stuff down.