Book On My Life

[Verse] Once upon a time not long ago There was a lil' brother wid a big fro, yo Lil' Tyke about eight or nine Surrounded my music his whole life It was a matter of time Before he'd write or pick up the mic But before that Jack Sugar Hill, yes he listened to rap Kool G, O.G's said be cool G Normally wrote poetry Openly, announced that he's out to drop mouths Make pretty girls put mouth on dick, R.I.P Anybody that dare Appear before this Raw Mc Jaws hit floors every time he'd style free Freestyle Freeman Morgan They calling him almighty If you talked smack, it'll get fighty Like chicken wings niggas tryna bite him Girls liked him But brothers despised him That only heightened his will to succeed Writing more than ever now, as much as he breathed Felt he could achieve any goal as long as he believed In a breeze Hooked up with Mc from school Got on da mic began to be a pro with dat tool Lil' man ruled Art being created He felt fated and stated He hated rappers that were Overrated More fans than talent He was a Gallant Warrior His mama he would worry her Rhymes Cold, need fur Wordplay superb ya hurt? Time Skip 9 years later, he still a greater Rhyme creator, a couple nigga turned traitor, and hater But for them later Running rat race Cheese dangle in his face So close that he could almost taste But you know dreams never have taste Isolated never really had a main He met a brother named Ray Till this day they close Dreams of burning bread like toast Not blood but still protect each other like bro's Had goals to recreate the Golden Age With rhymes he'll spray His blood brother A, crazy on the keys With beats, defeat foes With hooks like Ali Sting like a bee Buzz off in a hurry To chill with da homies who'll smoke, till they vision blurly He wouldn't touch a L only know them W's Lil' nigga but he still double you Heart broke a couple times so he hates hoes too Rolls with the crew known as da Double S B Tryna make it big in this game, gain XP But he still unheard It's absurd Sick Teen was generic That mainstream shit sure everybody wanna hear it For 96' he'll strayed from that He would rather lay rappers flat, like a mat Verses you relate to and feel With flows ill and rhymes real His heart he would spill After all these years he's still the same lil' brother with the 'fro Grown up tho' His name T.Y.C of SSB The youngin' tryna bring that boom bap Fresh out da L-Cap Uh Fresh out da L-Cap Uh Uh You've started to read now it's time to turn the page You've started to read now it's time to turn the page My life My life Open da book on my life Open da book on my life This da book on my life