[Intro]
Trap Adix
Loss
DeKalb County forever
And ever

[Verse 1]
On the 17th of May, 1995
A baby destined for the praise and the glory arrived
In Decatur years later, he makin' his strides
Take a step inside the whip If you ready to ride
Watch the pyramid rise while I sit and revise
On my days as a child, "Boy, get the crust out your eyes"
The Panola Road product from Children for Christ
Who had dreams of being great that were rarely advised
By all the teachers and the coaches in charge of the youth
Who would have known he had the talents to light up the booth?
First I pierce 'em in the heart, then I give 'em my truth
I'm the walking affirmation and the living proof

[Chorus]
When he gets the brush, hush
Watch him paint the flow
A young, black Michelangelo
Let me say my piece, sheesh
Gotta let 'em know
The shit that's comin' out of my soul
When he gets the brush, hush
Watch him paint the flow
A young, black Michelangelo
Let me say my piece, sheesh
Gotta let 'em know
The shit that's comin' out of my soul

[Verse 2]
Remember back in 2010, I ain't know who I was
Spittin' raps on the bus 'cause we ain't have shit to discuss
I used to talk about the league and how makin' it's tough
Now I'm in a league of my own with this rapping and stuff
Without a college it was rough, real rough, but I elevated
To a full-time rapper when I graduated
That's backwards, ain't it? Just look at the portrait I painted
It's like the Sistine Chapel, my ceiling's amazing
Don't even trip 'cause I was just like you
With no direction and rejection 'til my God came through
I'm from the Peach State, n***a, so it must be true
When I tell the people I bear fruit

[Chorus]
When he gets the brush, hush
Watch him paint the flow
A young, black Michelangelo
Let me say my piece, sheesh
Gotta let 'em know
The shit that's comin' out of my soul
When he gets the brush, hush
Watch him paint the flow
A young, black Michelangelo
Let me say my piece, sheesh
Gotta let 'em know
The shit that's comin' out of my soul