[Intro]
Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2
Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps
Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that
And I recognize that, and real recognize that
Talk to em...
[Verse 1]
Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object
Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects
So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong
Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on
They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend'd out on sour
But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so
I'm having a private party, that only myself attends
And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse
They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed
But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe
Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best
Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test
No niggas on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest
You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother
I'm trying to give mind a rest
I got a treasure but its content is invisible
Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable
My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work
Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first
Mic check, mic check 1-2 1-2
Made a lot of mishaps, lot of mistakes, lot of missteps
Grown shit though, is when you can recognize that
And I recognize that, and real recognize that
Talk to em...
[Verse 1]
Last word, check it, unbeatable force, insurmountable object
Bull should've known better than counting me out, I'm from the projects
So if I ever do it for greed, indeed something is wrong
Prepare for the future, remember I used to get heat from the oven on
They wanted to see Budden gone, fiend'd out on sour
But nobody helped put Budden on, had to bring my own power so
I'm having a private party, that only myself attends
And if the DJ plays the song to my soul, it'll give itself a cleanse
They telling me all the pain I ever felt was self-infringed
But I had help from friends, one even held the syringe
Architect of my own path, I'd like to think it's designed the best
Defied the odds, I never aged while giving time a test
No niggas on house arrest, I'm on a minor rest
You trying to call me or text me, don't even bother
I'm trying to give mind a rest
I got a treasure but its content is invisible
Was filled before with shit that I thought I treasured, but made me miserable
My affairs together, here forever, yeah I'm back to work
Learned in order to lose love, probably gotta have it first
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