(Intro)
For the record, OITO/
One time for the record/
(Granddad Dialogue)
For the record/
For the record/
For the record/
For the record, Dadda/
(Granddad Woolly)
I'm guess built different, never sing the same old song/
And depending who you ask they'll say that's where I went wrong/
But who's to say that if I did that, that I wouldn't be gone/
And sounding mid never did have your term looking long/
Been back and forth with these bars like I'm out playing pong/
Still on the show, even though I tend to flirt with the gong/
You gotta take a couple beatings, only way to get strong/
Now with attacks I'm like Daigo to Wong, nigga I'm built different/
Thoughts in mind so I figured I sift/
It's hard to be apart of something when you live in a rift/
I threw my aura in the air but will they catch my drift/
See this a ride I can't share my nigga go get a Lyft (lift)/
I still drove this rocky road when them gears ain't shift/
And had to learn to fight through, without having a Mick/
A DMX song is how I learned to count 1-6/
I changed my name 4 times and it barely can stick/
I'm not gon lie, at times I think why I keep coming back/
I never sniffed a fucking chart, I never got one plaque
Ain't never headlined shit, ain't no awards for the wax/
I don't do drugs but this shit's like crack, and it just hit different/
Respectfully, it's been bittersweet with the destiny/
It's always been the wedge for my wants and what's best for me/
Choices multiplied, in my eyes they only testing me/
To see (C) if I will be (B) a (A) factor to form a legacy/
But I've learned that they selective with what you do/
And cherry pick the care about to fit the form they glue you/
And you hate it, but nobody give a fuck about your boo hoos/
Dropped a classic but they'd rather get reviews from off of youtube/
I guess that's my fault tho/
Burn out or burn down when i stopped my show/
Yeah I migh bring it back but let me off these raps/
And keep my cheese from the rats dawg I'm off these traps/
Because the bait that most take, it was designed for the weak mind/
This ain't my first time, yeah I've been around them street signs/
41st and Jefferson crafted a little mammoth/
Just to grow into his own with potential for big damage/
Spent years walking grounds for the proving/
So when I get my foot inside that fucking door, you better know that I'm a shoe in/
They tend to skip the grooves till you hit em with extra pressure/
Do they choose to move the needle or cherish the broken record nigga/
For the record, OITO/
One time for the record/
(Granddad Dialogue)
For the record/
For the record/
For the record/
For the record, Dadda/
(Granddad Woolly)
I'm guess built different, never sing the same old song/
And depending who you ask they'll say that's where I went wrong/
But who's to say that if I did that, that I wouldn't be gone/
And sounding mid never did have your term looking long/
Been back and forth with these bars like I'm out playing pong/
Still on the show, even though I tend to flirt with the gong/
You gotta take a couple beatings, only way to get strong/
Now with attacks I'm like Daigo to Wong, nigga I'm built different/
Thoughts in mind so I figured I sift/
It's hard to be apart of something when you live in a rift/
I threw my aura in the air but will they catch my drift/
See this a ride I can't share my nigga go get a Lyft (lift)/
I still drove this rocky road when them gears ain't shift/
And had to learn to fight through, without having a Mick/
A DMX song is how I learned to count 1-6/
I changed my name 4 times and it barely can stick/
I'm not gon lie, at times I think why I keep coming back/
I never sniffed a fucking chart, I never got one plaque
Ain't never headlined shit, ain't no awards for the wax/
I don't do drugs but this shit's like crack, and it just hit different/
Respectfully, it's been bittersweet with the destiny/
It's always been the wedge for my wants and what's best for me/
Choices multiplied, in my eyes they only testing me/
To see (C) if I will be (B) a (A) factor to form a legacy/
But I've learned that they selective with what you do/
And cherry pick the care about to fit the form they glue you/
And you hate it, but nobody give a fuck about your boo hoos/
Dropped a classic but they'd rather get reviews from off of youtube/
I guess that's my fault tho/
Burn out or burn down when i stopped my show/
Yeah I migh bring it back but let me off these raps/
And keep my cheese from the rats dawg I'm off these traps/
Because the bait that most take, it was designed for the weak mind/
This ain't my first time, yeah I've been around them street signs/
41st and Jefferson crafted a little mammoth/
Just to grow into his own with potential for big damage/
Spent years walking grounds for the proving/
So when I get my foot inside that fucking door, you better know that I'm a shoe in/
They tend to skip the grooves till you hit em with extra pressure/
Do they choose to move the needle or cherish the broken record nigga/
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