I grew up and grew out
But somehow I still feel like half a man
I feel like I never followed through on any long term plans
Only twice in my life can I remember walking in the sand holding hands
Once with your mom once with your Grams
I dream in memories
Future, present, past
I can't remember them
And I can't make them last
So every wake up is a shake up
If you got no foundation it all ends up looking like clown make up
Enough with bread already til I get my cake up
Too much on my plate
All the space is getting take up
La la la la
Wait til I get my money right
Wish away the rain
Sing a song for the sunny times
Bunny rhymes hopping high
Subject to subject
Judging everything I do
Your honor I object
It's all subtext
And loose implications
Where you live
Who you know
What's your affiliation
That's the translation for
Yo

What you be about?
Nothin I'm just kicking it, right there that is my Tio's house
Might get you outta trouble
If your primos don't play
Or that might leave you seeing double after catching a fade
My uncle had to fix my haircut
One time
My momma bungled it
You could never guess her name
It's unusual like a rumplestilt
Damn it all to hell
Bite your tongue
Hide your anger
Make new friends
Accept some candy from a stranger
I'm running with some scissors chasing down a stack of paper
Tryin to cut it up in California like the Lakers
Movin more than a shaker
Grooving like a record player
A dog and a phonograph
What an iconic photograph
I remember that image from back in the day
I been smiling at infants since seven or eight
Cause I'm ahead of my years
My peers could never run with me
Warmed the bench all winter but won the neighborhood summer league
Coaches couldn't recognize my endless potential
My upside was bigger than a Lincoln continental
My downside was smaller than economy rental
My tempers temperamental
My output is incremental

I ain't never drove a Bentley
Never rode in the back
I ain't never killed nobody
Never sold any cracks
But I flew around the world and rocked the stage with my raps
And really can't nobody tell me nothin bout that
I never drove in a Bentley
Never rode in the back
I ain't never killed nobody
Never sold any cracks
But I still fly around the world rock any stage with my raps
I'm sayin
What the fuck you got to say about that
Baby