Let′s go way back

Video games used to be the storyWhen all the girls ignored me

And all the niggas told me

I was a game head the boss of Bungie

Insult more than compliments that's how I saw

To myself they talking reckless

Probably thinking you be soft not at all

I switched it up

Make a game I gave it up exchange for notebooks

Sounded like a fair trade to me express the goal was

Daaron and he said here′s an outlet it can hold ya

Had him proofread all my rhymes when I finished songs I would show them

Then met a couple niggas with rhyme books to the ceiling

I didn't have it was missing and so

Made it my mission locked in room until I did it

The first album I got was thank me later

I learned it from and back and rapped like I was getting paper

Had ladies Turing heads on the bus was something major

Black Berry my savior

Pandora my savior

Thank you Jesus

When the family ask questions had me feeling like a genius

Like how you know all that felt like my episode on genius

But had that epiphany

If I keep rapping they shit then how I make history

If Im telling his story

I thought about quitting but I stayed in stayed committed

Think about where I would be if threw in rag and I was finish just beginning

And we ain't worried bout it now it′s not the ending

Just like the night is still young I ain′t finish

Don't be afraid to be different

Afraid to chase dreams if they don′t peep vision

When it happen who gone be there like sorry

And when they don't get in return they so salty

Same way I gained rhyme books how I learned to freestyle

Locked in my room consistent practice cause of voice mails wild

Used to get em from my sister ex he used to call and diss me

My lack of skill made me realize I can′t defend me

Put my skills to test battled one my sis friends

Swear to god after I won that man I felt like Eminem

Went from that and to the aux

Off the dome improved a lot I can defense I got my props

Asking for them like the black moon

Recorded songs on my iPod touch I had no Stu

Then grandad build a Stu and loaded up pro tools

Went from free-styling heart out to girls I don't know

To a backyard performance round family wasn′t a goal too

Them freestyle battles paid off when at the table

Got me stu equipment as gift grandad was able

For eighth grade graduation

Appreciate he enabled me to believe need no label

You can do it in you bedroom you just gotta hone your angle

I come from failed performances nervous to do all this

Giving platform after platform and then forgot my lyrics

Now a nigga at Reggie's

I can handle mafias and I ain't talking bout Peggy

They talked about my voice said my flow was off the beat

I heard it all that I weak and it did get to me

But now it′s see you at the top

Hope your ethic come close to me but it won′t come close to me

Very highly unlikely

I thought about quitting but I stayed in stayed committed

Think about where I would be if threw in rag and I was finish just beginning

And we ain't worried bout it now it′s not the ending

Just like the night is still young I ain't finish

Don′t be afraid to be different

Afraid to chase dreams if they don't peep vision

When it happen who gone be there like sorry

And when they don′t get in return they so salty

Enviyon on the mix