Walking Down Central Ave

Another day, another dollar

Another blunt, different weed filling it with roaches to follow

My pen is now in position, playing like the New York Giants in the 2007 playoffs

Winter ended, time for me to take off this windbreaker

And slip into these shorts instead

Summer body nearing completion in May

Ain’t bench pressing 200 or slimming down to 10 pounds a month at the last minute

Another book, another poem

Another milestone, different numbers in my bibliography

Didn’t let up in ’19, locked into flow indefinitely

Can’t distract a nigga like me so tell those groupies to quit tryna’ fuck me

It’s not happening

Even if I was up like a rooster on a farm

You’re not worth the time, I know mine so it makes me lethal

Like sneakers my words will lace you with poison, be careful hitting it

Cuz’ u’ won’t know what you’re puffin’ til’ the high hits ya’

I keep one eye open, not those on my face but rather the one above it

Curiosity fuels my intuition

Filling my system like a tank on full

Not Arab but we still gettin’ money

I got creams for the crop, dollars by the pound

All legit, not a gimmick in sight

No flimsy ish

Only thing I fear is being complacent in an unmotivated, materialistic society

Gems got us losing touch of who we are

Only concern are the finances

Along with social status, I abhor being active on the medias

Though I’m here for the fans and the next huge thing of this art form

Just stepped foot into the east side, a nigga is the 21st century Tupac

Damn, why’d I say that

Hip-Hop won’t approve, thinking

Who’s this kid to compare himself to a legend, truth of the matter is that I am one

Your perceptions are altered, allow me to put the pieces of the puzzle together for you

I don’t smoke on jig but my tongue can cut through lyrical hokeypokey faster than saws ever could

Win, lose, or draw

Dudes are sore losers

Now they’re drawing pistols

This is no sketch, so you won’t get another revision

The first print will be the last, eyewitness news at 11 or a picture plastered onto fresh white Gildan

Vigils niggas spray, the hood has always been relentless

The heck are we kidding

Didn’t you know that boys like me weren’t supposed to make it past the age of twenty?

fuck is you sayin’