Letras
Like what, like that, (like that) I'mma put me on the map
Like what, like that, (like that) I'mma put me on the map
I been settling for less
Time to put the hate to rest
I owe it to myself, no cap
Like what, like what
Like that, like that (like that)
I'mma put me on the map
This is a Provo kid who never seemed to fit the mold
Grew up listening to Atmos, Dilated and Heiro
Freestyling, beatboxing, recording with flip phones
Hitting those instrumentals off the dome with BIG bro
A smorgasbord of style, main course and then some
Dead in the middle of little Italy, BIG PUN
Discriminated all because he had a skateboard
Neighbors kept on looking for any reason to hate more
His friend's parent's saw him as an evil influence
Even though he never took a drug but who's believing this?
"Honey, you can't date him. He goes to Independence
99% he's dealing, the destination is prison"
What a fortune teller, you couldn't be more (off)
Offer all my services to the people and to my God
Listen to my music and you'll see how you were so wrong
So long, ya better back up, I'm 'bout to blow up!
Like what, like that, (like that) I'mma put me on the map
Like what, like that, (like that) I'mma put me on the map
I been settling for less
Time to put the hate to rest
I owe it to myself, no cap
Like what, like what
Like that, like that (like that)
I'mma put me on the map
So nowadays I be letting me be displayed
As nothing more than a spade
Been shuffled like this a game
What the dealer dealt? I get it but didn't perceive the hell
Feeling like its Dante's Inferno
Stuck In a limbo still
Climbing out and quit selling short is the mission
Ignoring intuition but I'm back up in the kitchen
Cooking up something different
Find me coppin' new additions
Digging in the crates as of late, how I'm living
To discovering my worth again