7pm In Baltimore

      It's like I'm in a cyclone, airplane mode on my iPhone, I can even see the future through a blindfold... Writing lyrics, hope you recite those Prove critics wrong cuz they was thinking my minds closed But I'm feeling overwhelmed from the pressure Hope my university could be the best semester Picture crossing battlefields on your Dolo Hundred strangers in front of You taking photos? (While you) Trynna find out your purpose Of fears Of being worthless, spitting the hottest verses... None the less, young Boy never changed GC is the nigga that remains... All the same while Im.. Spilling ink stains, I'm crossing the margins Cut the snakes out, I'm mowing my gardens... Fuck em all, excuse me, beg your pardon When hell's raised, they'll soon fade, like Mike Jordan... Dreams from the porches to Porsches King of the castle, minus a queen and fortress... I never hate, I'll never lose, they'll never win Cuz every single time I vent, I tote medicine... (Yea) Thats for these so called sick rappers If they're the fathers of rap, ima sick bastard! I figured they want features for a nigga Since they seen Bossman was in the picture (How you figure...) Didn't do it for attention of my nerves I was finding out the credit I deserve Now they open their hands, leave bullshit for the birds As I elevate my ground, my legacy's so superb NorthEast nigga, flew straight from the curve Leaving women with a smile with wet stains on the skirts... They never wanna praise the hard grinder, cuz they never make moves on Altimer's Keep playing Stacy Dash; being Clueless One of the few realist rappers to do it... Lot of people swearing that they know me But ain't never walk a mile in my Sauconys They phony... This mission is for you to figure me In these 10 songs I burned third degrees... By mistake, I killed niggas, purposely Expensive bars, I should charge to get a verse from me! Long ways on the road Its just the beginning, still got time to grow But celebrate, pour Tron in the glasses For those who passed classes with A's straight average! One day, this be considered a classic Because I made magic, no disease? TRAGIC! Real lyricists will catch the rhyme Hopefully soon you will in due time, press rewind! Why is it messy classroom for the cover Middle class, school of hard knocks of the brothers! Praise to the God above the clouds Golden Child, hope I made Biggie proud... Im like Lesane Parish Crooks All eyes on me, its Nellz GC, WADDUP!