So I was thinking right... about if I died and went to heaven... I was standing at the gates... and in order to get in I had to give a good explanation of why I chose to life my life the way I did... You sure wanna listen? yeah? Well check it... About a million lyricist all across the world/ So why should I make it over Ross or Earl/ Kiss or Face... Eric, Chris, Em, Or Drake/ Give or take a sin is just a Christian's mistake/ I was never thought of as violent/ Never brought up a tyrant/ I adapt to circumstance... Product of my environment/ I was born in this world... I didn't make it/ So you ain't gotta give me respect.. I'll just take it.../ Face it... you've thugs kingpins hitmen and muscle/ And although I'm not a gangsta they respect my hustle/ Get to the paper... Anyway that you can/ Wasting time when you sit.... So you take a stand/ And make a plan... to move where You can... sleep better/ Wear sunglasses at night Like it helps you see better/ To connect to the worlds source of... Money and power/ Daydreaming by the dollar (What's) 30 bucks an hour?.../pfft So who could blame me for tryna make it great/ When everyday a stray gage spray could graze your face.../ A random act... that brings smoke to the wick in your wax/ A candles last breath... sweat and blood drips in your tracks/ Now children grow and women produce/ We just lie to ourselves... tryna reach the truth/ Sayin to ourselves... "God said to make the choice"/ But we don't speak that language... so who faked the voice?/ Now I was never one to sit.... and withhold a belief/ so I remove the stop signs... so I control the streets/ Claiming the most gifted... Just to make millions/ Spitting circles round these cats Like fan blades go on ceilings/ Lord willin... my soul will never give in/ Till I'm in the everglades in the shade settled and chillin/ And my kettle is spilling.../ over the top... Enough to share/ Got weed in the air... no need or care/ It seems some go work... while others go stealing/ Some pray for forgiveness and money to pay they bills with/ Sometimes it seems the cards in life are too great to deal with/ It sweeps your feet from beneath you but expects you to still kick/ But real quick chills ill/ spit... like... what's a deal pfft... Most these cats like to boast/ But they nobody's like ghost/ So playas... toast ya vodka... Thugs throw ya block up/ From the cats dats been locked up To da ones that speak proper.../ Redemption is what some people earned in jail/ But I did time in college... guess I'll burn in hell/ While I learn to sell... records to all girls and mail/ Till I'm kicked out of school... did you hear? Chills expelled/ But chill can't fail... got too much to lose/ Doomed in theory but I got too much to prove/ Now what's a man to do when the heavens refuse/ And give a life you choose... to someone better than you/ Now I'll admit I've got my faults And times I've lost my temp/ but the world more crooked than a one legged pimp/ I heard that being misunderstood is what makes you great/ Guess that's why the Bible's the best selling joint in the place/ We were made in his image? Perfect. That's not a problem/ then free will comes along and with it comes the drama/ But I live and let live and if heavens perfect like our world/ Then I wouldn't have to compete against Ross or Earl/
Probably. If they do, then they need them more than I do. I can't turn the creativity off. It just comes.