Lyrics
Growing up west gate just west of 98th street
By Truman middle school
A little dude
Dreamed of owning a crib with a swimming pool bring some women thru
Sega genesis Nintendo
And maybe some new tennis shoes
Before rapping and Macintosh
I would listen to jazz and rock
And dreamed of being an afrokronaut
My peers were just dancing off
I wasn’t that involved but I could rap for shore
In my walkman I was back and forth 
Jigga man, biggie, big L, Tupac shakur,
Rappin 4 tay at the players club
Or the lunch room
You get ated up
By this lyrical never gave a fuck
No matter matter what the wager was I’d would raise it up
The stakes are high I played it tuff
Now they paying us
They say it’s luck
Just never gave it up
I took my game and dunked
Slammed it like AG balling taking chances
Over ya head feet leave the planet jump
Hands is up
Reach for the sky
Speak from my third eye view
And take a cruise through the nebular
What you wanna do let me put you in mood
You wanna see the sunshine you wanna take a cruise
You wanna be the problem
Or you wanna be the proof
She said baby you the truth
I ain’t got nothing to lose
X2
Let’s watch the moon set
In the new lex
Fuck it have moon sex
And put a few stars to the test
Thats what I do best
My new flex
The Speed of light
What I write Is my gallery
And I won’t ever change only thing that change is my salary
We traveling through galaxies
Passed Orion’s Belt plenty times
Diving in the Milky Way
Head to Mars when it’s Henny time
Still we circumnavigate the earth just for fun
And keep my heart hard to the core