[Verse 1]
M.C., my choice, my city, my courage in my voice
My clarity, (my clarity)
Instrumental, my minds melody
On repeat up until the end of me
Maybe tomorrow or when I'm 70
When I'm old with a bad memory
Hoping someday someone remembers me
Leave a legacy, not just rap
Take that away I want something left
Take away my breath, what will I have?
Just a dusty record Ima play right back
If I am listening, (if I am listening) I hope you succeeded
Not to be cheesy, I really hope that you were not defeated
That you hopefully made sure that our mom is ok
That you continue to pray
That you maintained in your faith and lived long
And are strong enough to spit this verse, every day
Stuck to your roots, grew to great heights
Seed to Hyperion, followed your light
Brightened your eyes, beat your insomnia and found peace in every night
Never on tough guy shit, no attitudes
Never acted hard, no Viagra moods
Just writing these bars and living life
Do you got kids, do you got a wife?
Do you visit dad and Crystal City?
What's it like to be respected in our city?
Can't wait to see it for myself
South side bitch, fuck everyone else
I hope you rap still and if not
Can't imagine what could've made you stop
Remember all those nights we wrote through
Paragraphs, had essays due
Failing classes, barely pulling through
Mom cried didn't know what to do
Empty promises, halfway true
Thinking "goddamn only if she knew"
Man, whatever happens, don't give that up
Fuck everything, Ima never pack this up
Look back at yourself, then back at us
No matter how bad life fucks me up
Man, through it all Ima make you proud
Make you smile and make this loud, oh
A gift to myself wrapped in gold
And it sounds like
[Verse 2]
Scratch one check on my bucket list
It's half full with a bunch of shit
Got many goals and none to miss
Just let em know Messi's bout to hit
I'm tryna maintain, get my balance right
First step, check, spill it on a mic
Next step, I better get running, get smart and cunning, before I take flight
And I know I said this, that's just for me
Repetition gonna make it be
That's just for me, that's just for me
Maintain, LEO, just simply breathe
Yeah, you got big plans but who doesn't-
Better calm down before you make it
When they play yo song and ask "who was it?"
Make sure they know that you made it
That you painted and hung it up
Strung it up, and that you played it
Not a stagnant sound, that it's mutated
Dew coated, your cuts fragrant
Not so basic like so many
No diss, but that shit's plenty
Where you're from that gets plenty
What you do that gets pennies
No one gives a fuck about a rhyme
By the time, someones getting to this song, they be like "it's too long" bottom line
Man I see it coming, rap fans in their night gowns
Falling right down, but I'll never put the mic down
Never bite sounds, I may never eat, but I'll never pipe down in defeat, no
A gift to the world wrapped in gold
And it ends like