Wow Welcome Imma try and keep things short, though I have so much to say And so I wanna start by saying: Thank you for listening This project means a great deal to me As I produced every beat, sampled every sample, wrote every lyric It’s my debut mixtape And although I got a long way to go, I think this is a hell of a start It’s over a year in the making, juggling school assignments, work, and music I fused new shit with some old shit, old shit with some new shit But at the end of the day it was just about having fun, showing what I’ve got, and making music I know this ain’t your average sounding intro But we gon’ let this beat ride and I’ll see y’all in the second track Bless (Lights, signs, all in my mind) (Lights, signs, all in my mind) (Lights, signs, all in my mind) (Lights, signs, all in my mind)

Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, yeah Uh, yeah Uh I’ve been dreaming bout lights, signs, all in my mind Write rhymes by the night time I’ll try for a lifetime No one understands from my side I don’t give a damn cuz I spy A future coming soon so I might Write rhymes by the night time Lights, signs, all in my mind I was dreaming ‘bout arenas Then I woke up and I see I’m at the bottom My demeanour lift and blossom like the reefer Smoking Mary Jane Like a bullet to the brain thoughts splatter on the page Steady flowing by the litre Pen to the pad I ain’t ever gonna leave ‘em Cuz they all I have I’ll be damned if I see ‘em fall down to the demons Call out for my freedom Right now Imma need a small crown Cuz I’m feeling like I could feed a town up with these rhymes Look up to me, wisdom I provide Look up to me, shining like the night Tables turned and now you wanna ride But I’ve left the station with my motivation Just breathing heavy from the elevation I’m hella faded rising quicker than heaven’s elevator Bitch I’m accelerating Lights, signs, all in my mind Write rhymes by the night time I’ll try for a lifetime No one understands from my side I don’t give a damn cuz I spy A future coming soon so I might Write rhymes by the night time Lights, signs, all in my mind I’m finna hold it down for my dawgs YYC yeah the world be ours Growing up hurting but we leapt for the stars Carved our scars into constellations That’s late-night motivation when I’m gone Late-night conversations from God Said I’m gonna make it ‘fore dawn It’s been a long road that I’ve travelled upon I will not just be a pawn Call me the King cuz I’m only taking it one step at a time when I want Put it in gear and then ride when I want Too many grams up inside of the blunt Pull that shit once and then rhyme ‘till the sun Shine through the window, I don’t give a fuck Cuz no one know that I’m two-faced like pocket kings Got one for haters and one got dreams My flow is ace, you know what that means Ain’t 21 but I got you beat Many wanna write rhymes like these Henny bottles don’t define your steez Plenty tryna write rhymes for the cheese Get it by any means Say goodbye to their dreams Baptized in a sea of lean Trap lines puffed up full of creatine I can see the grease My shit gourmet No hate, oh wait I’ve been grilling mothafuckers since the third grade Like a triple A grade steak I make no mistakes Tryna burn me down, that’s a missed stake My lines keep pace with Usian Now wassup? Lights, signs, all in my mind Write rhymes by the night time I’ll try for a lifetime No one understands from my side I don’t give a damn cuz I spy A future coming soon so I might Write rhymes by the night time Lights, signs, all in my mind Now switch it up Can never get enough And everybody wondering how - never been in love with a passion If it’s getting rough then I fasten it up Back to the Future, I’m blasting in front All of my rivals distracting They bluff every hand cuz they asking for these handouts But don’t standout, who you proving? Doing this right, bitch I’m moving mountains and valleys I’m proving I came to rally my troops in Countless hours of improvement Ceiling been reached now I’m roofing Flip to my station and tune in Me n’ my homies just cruising Drip too much, now we be pooling Smoother than Klonopin Call me back when y’all dialled in And you admit that I’m talented Before I blow like Osama did Oh shit man I’m on again, it’s honouring My knowledge in these rhymes be astonishing the scholars in music Cuz it’s wrapped around my soul like a moccasin I’ve locked it in - final answer Better find a pastor Cuz I flipping cross my rhymes, my mind, and matter Crucify me after but I’ll never let the devil in to sign me Rather, he can try but he’ll never get behind my lacquer Vinyls fracture from my rhyming stature At this point in time man I’m no factor But the lights and the signs are what I be after Uh Lights, signs, all in my mind Lights, signs, all in my mind
Lights, signs, all in my mind Lights, signs, all in my mind


Yeah Let this beat ride Uh, uh Options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Options, when I swerve both sides of the interstate Light up the spliff n’ pray Higher than the prison rates Cynics let their insults fire but they ricochet Silence put ‘em in their place I can see it on their face Lyrical miracles, when I rhyme it’s a different pace Lines is laced up: 23 with no pay stub But I’m playing every game like the finals Could lay up or I could shoot for three and drain ‘em Man I guess you could say I got Options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Uh Fuck the nicotine and narcotics I know I’m better without it Except the green so exotic Light up and write up this project Deposit rhymes all the time when I’m faded No foggy mind though, I see the signs glow, they saying “It’s prophesized” So I’m finna rise to the greatest Lines on the pages, finest flows I’m laying It’s my stories painted on this audio canvas Metaphors deeper than Mariana’s Lemme know when you can understand 
 That I, uh, got options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Options, options, everybody watching Bought a Benz, hop in, we precede with caution Toxins, toxins, fading out my conscience Lost in nonsense, man a brother’s boxed in Uh Uh Man a brother’s boxed in Uh Yeah Man a brother boxed in But I’m a fuckin’ locksmith Like Houdini, can’t see me deceiving from my cockpit Mastermind this project, flowing so exotic And when it’s done, take a trip through memory lane like Nas did Now let me take a trip down memory lane Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane I got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Hustling’ to bust ‘em, no need for discussion now Now let me take a trip down memory lane Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all It’s like that When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks My bars piling higher than them multi-storey jail cells Tales tell of my coming glory Y’all would trade your commissary for my inventory This future’s in my bloodline, ain’t no need for Maury Imma father this dream from here to providence Profitless right now but that don’t matter for my dominance Use some common sense: hear that confidence? Notice how the depth of my flows is bottomless? I suggest that you set an alarm and stop sleeping on the obvious: I’m ahead of my time like CD’s to a floppy disk I’m fresh off the lot, my competition ride jalopy whips I flow out the box, while my rivals merely copy it Uh This dedication now can never be drained Forever remains up in my brain, the energy gains The enthalpy flames Can’t you tell I expertly made every flow And when I blow I’ll trip through memory lane Now let me take a trip down memory lane Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane I got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some Hustling’ to bust ‘em, no need for discussion now Now let me take a trip down memory lane Na-Now let me take a trip down memory lane Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all It’s like that When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks Uh, uh, It’s like that y’all It’s like that When I’m spittin’ my raps taller than the stacks

Yeah It’s that life Yeah Now I ain’t ever grow up section 8 But maybe I can write this rhyme in hopes you can relate I ain’t lived it but I’ve lived enough the see the fate Of brothers and sisters who wishing every working day That they could break out of the cycle full of trifle despite all the struggle Wish I could lend a helping hand to fighters who buckle Too many turning to the streets for the life of the hustle Cuz when the system fail you, there ain’t time to rebuttal Currency concentrates in the hands of the free And by “the free” I mean this world’s elite While some have sold their soul to stay on their feet Cutting every corner just so at night they have a place to sleep That ain’t a point I’d wanna be at in my lifetime But for some, that’s where they be at for their lifetime Drugs, money, women, always swimming for a lifeline Night time, small vacation from a slight high Or I might just escape it with this trigger, I figured I might as well No dollar for the future and fewer here for myself Family can’t rely on each other to brake the spell And if I’m honest, our congress ain’t harnessing much to help Sell into the devil, sell into the streets No one here to help you and then the cycle repeats Tryna grow as a seed in the shade of the canopy ‘Cept the food chain’s armed with glocks and M16’s Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die) Then ya die Then ya, then ya die Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die) Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain Uh, its simple and plain In this day and this age That your status is gauged, changed, and defined by your wage I ain’t really give a fuck if you’re broke or you’re paid Loyalty and character’s more important to me I just got on my break, still got something to do Imma write on this paper for back in the stu Cherish the times when I rhyme cuz the hours is few Bearing in mind I still try to maximize my pursuit But for some without a dime, dreaming’s nothing but food plates Every night fighting hunger, tryna slumber with due dates on the right of their dresser Funds is getting lesser Mood state depressing but gotta keep pressing cuz the bills is too late And soon they might bring that eviction notice Convict ‘em homeless Society’s backbone is fucked - no scoliosis The prognosis is ignorance I hoping there’s a fix to this But power brings corruption so it’s up to us: the citizens Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die) Then ya die Then ya, then ya die Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die) Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain Uh Whatever your grind is, wherever your mind’s at Remember don’t live in silence, you can’t get your time back The contract of life ain’t fair when you sign that Contrived at birth, so first you gotta survive that hurt Then spend the rest of your life at work We’re screaming lord please god have mercy on our souls as we go No dreams to realize that worth No equal living on this fine flat Earth Just playing, I know that it’s round Man it’s bringing me down And I ain’t talking gravity with what I’m rappin’ ’bout The upper and lower classes are playing cat and mouse, with currency ‘Cept they ain’t tell us the traps is out I’m asking now: If I can put myself in someone else shoes That’s the least you millionaires and billionaires can do If you’re living your life, remember some can’t choose And if that’s you, I wish that choice will come to you soon Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die) Then ya die Then ya, then ya die Life’s a bitch and then ya die Then ya, then ya die (die, die, die) Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I pus from My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain Don't go against the grain, simple and plain

Shoutout Spitta La da da, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Jetlife for life (till the next life) Ride or die type shit Uh, uh, uh Yeah Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down Uh Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ Cuz It’s just me and all my homies n’ we riding with the windows down They the one’s that know me, writing up when I was just a child Smoking hella let it rise until the ceiling clouds And let the heavens rain upon us with this wavy sound Crazy how the haters be swayze nowadays Hours laid, focused on myself and now I stay out the way, like my ego I’m a c-note cuz I keep it 100 Green dough be stacking like a depot It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound Night falls on a city that steady sleeps ‘Cept for me: cooking bars like a smeltery My beats is the iron molds, steam rising from my pencil and sheets Cool ‘em off with ease then spit ‘em harder than metal beams Several schemes at a time I tee ‘em up in my mind When I rhyme it’s like a fast-food drive-thru of lines I strive to reside with fine views and my pen and pad by my side So I’ll rhyme through these nights like Uh Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down Uh Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz Uh Flying home for summer Writing under my covers Praying I don’t wake mother Whispering my verses to myself like how the preacher utter ‘Cept my testament is bread and butter Eating my beats up like the last supper I’m a mad puffer got more gas than hummers Yeah that’s how it is Homie that’s how I live I give every fraction of a percent Man, that’s time well spent Cuz if I’m doing nothing then I might as well sin So It’s L.O.G. and I’m here right now Call the plumber for my fiends cuz they needa pipe down Yeah, I said y’all needa pipe down For now you’re running free, but I’ll take you to the pound Cuz The clock’s ticking on my vision, I’m not switching But the pot’s hissing, insisting the plot thickens Cuz me without rap’s like the Rock without Kevin I got central intelligence, my rhymes is the evidence Uh
Money, cars, fame - three things I’d rather trade for a life of music Ironic they usually come fused together and not for choosing Come out the blue and dehumanize your regular life I’m assuming Cuz I ain’t lived that yet But my guess is success will make you live like that Drug suppressing the stresses when you can’t turn back Adolescents get pressed into until they’re image-flat Project it to the masses but their moral limit’s snapped, crackled, and popped Crumble like a rice crispy with some crack on their block I done put in thought what I’d do if my rapping took off Talk is cheap but I assure you that I cannot be bought Yeah Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, my city be what I’m reppin’ now Writing every second, I’m bussing on that 11 down Uh Ride with me, slide with me, fly with me, uh $5.50, fine spliffies, high in the park Nottingham & Devon, been busy, that ain’t no question now Writing every second, but I ain’t stressin’ cuz

Yeah Y’all know it had to happen Bringing you that old school vibe Uh, Check it Y’all know it had to happen Back to my roots, yeah I’m snapping I’m rat trapping Flowing on these beats like rapids White water rafting over these old school tracks and I’m feeling flyer than the fucking son of Aladdin Searching for my Jasmine Like “What’s up lil momma” Why don’t you come on over here and we can skip the drama If you wanna Shawty be hotter than a fucking sauna But I’ll kick her to the curb if only want the commas Cuz I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now (Why?) I’ve been patient, more than complacent Been grinding since day one in my parents basement I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it” Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now Ain’t give a fuck about designer clothes Cuz the legends ain’t remembered for Versace and hoes But I suppose everybody’s got their own life goals The difference is mine ain’t motivated by payrolls Money just fades though But nobody would say so Meanwhile Imma grind so my rhymes stay swole Ha Money’s nothing to be remembered by When I die Imma lie in peace knowing music survives Yeah, yeah, homie that’s how I’m living I ain’t feel the mileage yet but you know I’m driven Like it’s automatic but I’ll set the standard for these children Cuz nowadays there’s like 50 wanna-be’s inside every building Lil’ this, Lil’ that, Lil’ talent, sounding whack All flowing shaky like it’s Lil’ Seizure on the track Fuck that, bring it back to the times of real rap Imma do it right and put my city on the map cuz I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner now (Why?) I’ve been patient, more than complacent Been grinding since day one in my parents basement I’ve been praying for the day when I can say “I made it” Realize my dreams and see my idles adjacent now Yeah, break it down Break it down, break it down now Uh I’m feeling this vibe And I’m wondering why We’re sacrificing our art to make a couple more dimes And lately it just feel like I’m the only one that’s trying To make it in the game simply for his love of rhymes For his love of hip hop and not for the wrist watch rolly And not the piss pot phoney motherfuckers tryna do me wrong For real, those are the issues that inspired this song If Imma make it in this game Imma do it my own way Fuck what they all say Lately I’m searching for paradise like Coldplay Living life in my dreams, I hit up them gold gates But dreaming just ain’t enough so I’m chasing them closely Followed them mostly but now I want them all The lights the shows and well earned plaques up on the wall Heard music’s asking for me so I’m returning it’s call And if I fall, I’m the only one who’ll be at fault Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills y’all Quit chasing dolla, dolla bills I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner I don’t do this for the fame or the moola But part me wishes I could attain my dream sooner

I often ask myself, “do I have what it takes?” And to this day I never truly know Uh It’s a quarter past 5 in the morning My rhymes I’ve been pouring Birds chime, I’ve been going since 9 That’s my 9-5, no signs of slowing down My time, no it ain’t right now But it’s climbing into view Cuz the lime light’s sour if you tower too soon Let the fruits of my life ripen underneath the moon Spit the seeds of my craft, let ‘em blossom and bloom Keep the pain in my verse and save it all for the booth Send these bars to the hearse but whip around in the coupe And leave the birds on read claiming their someone I knew Cuz if the days get worse, I can turn to the crew And if I got spare time catch me back in the stu That’s fuckin’ real, raw, dedication This world be what I’m facin’ But I’m just a kid in a basement Uh Now that’s real, raw, dedication I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’ But I’m just a kid in a basement Uh, yeah I’m just a kid in a basement There isn’t no replacement I spit it like it’s raining A hurricane of phrasing Ain’t no eye of the storm, just the eye of the tiger Cuz when my life is getting rocky I add fuel to the fire I aspire from messiahs that graced a mic and inspired entire generations To seek a higher level and never settle Write from my mental, I tire pencils Desire central to the prior metaphor I keep getting more higher than before I just let the door fly off the hinges and some more With these flows you just can’t ignore Can he keep going? That’s for sure I has to blow The grass has grown greener on my patch of rap’s arena The rats are getting keener But you can’t surpass a dreamer like me Keep the reefer pipe clean But I get higher than the rest with just the bless of my dreams Ain’t a mess behind scenes But I’m pressed for time Please dear god, gimme will while I write these rhyme schemes That’s real, raw, dedication This world be what I’m facin’ But I’m just a kid in a basement Uh Now that’s real, raw, dedication I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’ But I’m just a kid in a basement Uh Imma try and flip the game like recipocal State of mind ain’t typical Pivotal visuals flooding my brain like biblical holy waters I’m growing stronger with every thought I ponder Late night my mind wonders Imaginary honours I’m accepting I conjure up all these blessings Should be sleeping but deep in my mind I’m on the stage expressing my gratitude To friends and family who helped me live a life that I ain’t live yet Now that’s a true definition of a dreamer Never switching on ‘em either Ever since I saw it deeper in myself, I’ve drawn eager Clawed nearer to my visions Tall cedars in the business All leaders and all teachers for when I listen And now I’m spittin’ the illest of rhymes Feeling sublime See you at the finishing line Cuz I’m the tortoise and I’m taking my time You the hare always jumping to conclusions And falling off your shit like how the Icecaps moving Uh That’s real, raw, dedication This world be what I’m facin’ But I’m just a kid in a basement Uh Now that’s real, raw, dedication I’ve got dreams I’ve been chasin’ But I’m just a Uh I’m just a kid in a basement And so when I ask myself, “do I have what it takes?” I simply reply: “I have the dedication”

Uh Shout out Young Sinatra Mad love from up North Uh, uh “Wake up, wake up” “Dammit Logan, wake up” “Man some fuckers chasing us” “I ain’t fuckin’ playin’ bruh” Eyes wide I’m in the passenger side With my homie Ry making the whip slide in and out of traffic Now he’s handing me his 9, its loaded out of habit I ain’t panicked but still I ain’t tryna catch a casket Semi automatic gunfire from the back end I turn around and see brother Big J with a gat n’ he’s strapped in But his hands out the window Finna cash out like tenfold if we make it outta this hell hole Death row where we riding Exchanging bullets, they flying like the signage Firing at their tires but it caught one of their drivers down Uh I seen ‘em spiral out into the streets The other car was still persisting and turned up the heat Back glass shattered, my sweat was steady perspiring Moments after we could hear the steady drone of sirens Uh Red and blue was on our ass bucking fast I told Ry to hit the fucking gas so we blasted off from the holster Cops coming closer Turn back and see Big J clutch his shoulder Situation unfolding from bad to worse Prayed to god one of us ain’t leave the scene in a hearse But these fiends won’t disperse Big J needing a shirt He found a towel, tied it ‘round him like shit ain’t even hurt Cuz in the times like these you’re blessed to leave with your life Blowing stop signs, please let us see the other side If the cop lights bleed homie veer to the right Hope the opp ride leads the pd outta sight Uh, uh And when the time came My brother swerved out of our lane onto the highway The perps couldn’t follow us, I saw ‘em drive straight No coppers merging on with us, go head to my place Some time later we on the backroads Harrowed by the narrow escape, stay in the shadows But around the corner We saw a car from the former altercation I saw ‘em racin’ fast Coming towards us Uh We whipping back and forth Load in my mag and pour bullets We packing more, casings scatter on the floor Plaques galore waiting for ‘em at the morgue man Asking for it with their heads out of the door man Channel 4 will cover their ass’s in the morn’ man For another story, mothers mourning “Stay focused Logan” Brother, homie, son, grandson, boyfriend, and peer to those that know me This is life or death, I’m thinking ‘bout them grieving for me Pop There goes a tire now we spiralling out Over the curb side, blurred sight, we tryna get down Sitting ducks, what the fuck we do now? Open the side door and fly towards a high rise housing complex There’s rounds and objects firing every which direction Wonder how I’m not dead, full of lead I said “follow me!” but only voice replied They caught my homie Ry, that’s the last time I’d see him alive Uh Can’t turn back to exchange our last words That hurt me most and these bastards won’t slow ‘till we’re captured Or more likely splattered in our own blood I clattered through the lobby with Big J And we gathered our thoughts for a second Just lost one of our brethren The opps are coming I’m guessing I’m stressin’, gotta keep pressing cuz our lives depend on it We ‘rounding the bend of the apartment hallway It ends so we started to ascend up it Two steps a stride through the stairwell The air’s stale Said a prayer for myself and farewell Came out on the roof, but unaware as hell Cuz I turned back to see that Big J wasn’t there still What the fuck!? He was right behind me Sweating a tsunami now My insides fold like origami around my stomach Heart plummets when I heard the obvious sound of [Pop, pop, pop] Nausea clouds my judgement, hardly allowed me to think straight Blink. Wait, was that the opps or Big J? I don’t know, but I’m at my brink Fate pulled me closer to the door It flew open, now I’m on the floor A single foe walked through This the moment he’d been waiting for Now his boots pinning my back Flipped me over, I saw his face and spat He gave me a smack A smile he cracked all the while he packed his clip Wasn’t gonna be a trial man, that was it Blood dripping from my forehead and lips I blew him a kiss So he cocked his shit and popped my wrists At least I got on his line before I dropped dead fish He aimed the gun at my dome, my last thoughts went quick Damn, I had the craziest dream

Uh Good morning Today is a day that’s very important But you don’t know it Flying to the city where your dreams lay dormant Awaiting orbit Step out to your parents porch and say your goodbyes Father’s teary eyed - mirrors of mine He’s letting you go, keep all your fears inside son And you’ll be fine son But dad, who will I be when my time comes? He said “I want you to be someone you’ll miss” “Your heart is on your sleeve please don’t forget” I said “I just wanna be someone more than this, more than me” Uh So when I hit that road away from home I prayed that I wouldn’t sell soul Slowly wrote about the days away spent on my own All alone in my dorm room, no one knowing what I’m going through Wonder how my friends at home had grew Guess I’ll know soon when I finally fly home next Told ‘em everything here’s going fine out west Writing rhymes as therapy, that’s how I express my emotions And I’ve coping alright I guess but I confess: My dreams were bigger than tracks I wanna be like Doom or Lupe Even if that means I kick and push myself ‘till I’m speaking in rap I set a mic up and I loved the feeling I had When my own beat came on, poured my small heart out Recorded my first song, called “It All Starts Now” But I worried ‘bout people’s thoughts, would it all fall down? I called my mom up she said “you gotta calm those doubts” She said “I want you to be someone you’ll miss” “Your heart is on your sleeve please don’t forget” I said “I just wanna be someone more than this, more than me” Uh so I thought about that Long and hard, and I came to the conclusion My music’s already more than me And if people don’t like it Then, they don’t deserve my attention I’m ascending, been chillin’ in a new rhyme dimension Not to mention my intention’s never really for the money or the pension The direction on my compass is spinning in a random circumference Cuz mentally I’m at the top already with my abundance of rhymes If you ain’t get that last line, go get magnetized Clean flows my favourite past time, got y’all sanitized Santa’s eyes see more presence in me than half the nights he’s delivered gifts Think about it, man: I’ve maximized my potential Talent central nothing else but pad and pencil Mind and matter I would rather write for life ‘till the final chapter I don’t have another vision Tunnelled out like the Egyptian pyramids Ancient inscriptions What they read: I’m a missing piece to this rap puzzle Talking smack? Bitch get a muzzle Make it double cuz you’re talking out your ass It ain’t subtle to understand I’m a prophet My parents saw it I brought this from nothing Promise I’ll always be someone that I’ll miss Uh Someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss Someone, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss Someone, someone I’ll miss Someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss, Someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss Someone I’ll miss, someone, someone I’ll miss Yeah Stay closer to your family They’re all you’ll have sometimes

(Uh) (La da da, yeah yeah) (Jetlife) Uh, uh Yeah, yeah, yeah I ain’t here for the pinky rings 
Or the platinum gold with the diamond chains If that’s your goals then we ain’t on the same page You a Plain Jane, I’m with Mary J. Staying elevated like a pilot Check my iris but my vision’s clear through my eyelids Thinkin’ to myself ‘bout the finest rhymes that I can piece together in my mind now Spit ‘em out and then write ‘em down Hit the blunt and ignite the sound We in the cut like stitches are Never switching far cuz my sights down Indica stacking in the jar Take a hit to Mars Then come right down (right down) Quiet now Not a sound The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds Nothing but, nothing but net with my first try Got a birds-eye-like view of hoop as I burn by Ain’t a point guard but my points fly No delta, ain’t no D when I’m out there And I ain’t breathing no stale air, fuck the airfare I’m in quarantine for my welfare With my melody, melody, melodies Yeah I’ve been cooking but ain’t sharing recipes Lemony flows, let ‘em marinate slow like shawarma but I ain’t no Lebanese tho Uh Hennessy, Hennessy, Hennessy I ain’t been drinking but my homies better be Rhyming like endlessly - blood flowing through my brain so much I cannot feel my extremities tho Quiet now Not a sound The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds No pressure, I’m a professor on this lyrical court with pro lectures Showboat textures Hannibal Lector, on the beat cuz I eat flows for breakfast Grown so restless, imma need some bedspreads No gold necklace, chain, or a setlist But I’m a force to be reckoned with Wars so devilish, leave red shores from my weaponry Tryna step to me? Better get your running shoes on Cuz I been like miles ahead of you, while you upset, with my money moves on I just been focused on rhyming and grinding and timing the one thing I do strong My life ain’t a movie yet but it ain’t dubious cuz I’ll be coming soon to own I’ve been pressing every night Not mention I’m inside day to day like all the time Ain’t been stressing but I might (but I might) Jot some lessons while I write (while I write) I’ve been checking all my plans twice (plans twice) Ain’t got no deal and no advance price (-vance price) But that don’t matter to my fans or myself cuz I would rather take the hands I was dealt cuz It’s Black Jack, I’m 21 now so pass that and stack that Then see me grow up through my past raps On a fast track, got nexus all in my gas cap I’ve amassed vast quantities of master class raps Lay ‘em back to back, track to track And everybody still has to ask: If I, got a little more Caught up at the morgue My bad for killing this man, I got a little bored I was gonna dumb it down Now I’m running my mouth like a faucet of metaphors And you’re wondering how: I, spit this like sunflower seeds Never run outta weed Off the blunt how I feed like Everybody eat, bon appétit But come on, grab a seat You was on after me like Quiet now Not a sound The haters is sleeping, don’t wanna wake the crowd Underdog to the death but I ain’t in the pound Never sweat when I shoot, I don’t hit rebounds (La da da, yeah yeah) (Jetlife) (La da da, yeah yeah) (Yeah, yeah)

Let’s take this from a different perspective Cuz you never truly know Uh I tend to focus on myself cuz that’s all that keeps me well Society ain’t care for you unless you faulting wealth And school would rather see me in the street or in the cell So I dropped out but never truly fell I’m trying to prevail but I ain’t got room to grow man Cuz I been through more stamps than a postman Two jobs since seventeen and I’m still broke Damned while I stay afloat Hand ties and still I’m forced to find a way to cope Fast forward a few years In my youth still but ain’t no youth here Only a sinner from a swimmer with sunken dreams He’s bitter, society flipped him the finger Said “Try your luck with this trigger, you’ll figure it out” Matter of fact, I’m in the kitchen right now Pushing this rock on the block, guess I figured it out About time that my grind starting paying my downs And yet they wonder why I can’t make it out If it comes down to man, I know my choices Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices So go ahead pick your poison Pick your poison Uh, no time for pity or a different life Quickly whipping up the white Make my city grip them pipes I got what they need, they got what I want, money I’m the queen bee, keep em working for my, honey One day, and I can make a killing from this bumpy snow Watch my neighbours come and go New block every year or so Flip my flow like I’m flipping dough Dripping like their dripping throats Y’all houses is level, I live in the slopes now now Bring my dope down down Bullet-proof under my clothes, you never know how, how it’ll go Second amendment I hold ‘round, ‘round I want no problems to hollow my home town town Uh, we all choose how to live, I just chose not to drown Saw the shoes as I kid, now I’m filling ‘em out People bought from ‘em then, and people buy from me now I’m on top from my sins, devil’s plot from the clouds If it comes down to man, I know my choices Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices So go ahead pick your poison Pick your poison Time flies, now I’m laundering Several detergents with urgent clients, man I’m prospering Conjuring cash only from the hustler’s I’ve been fatherin’ Wandering ‘round the house tryna find an open spot fit Next week’s profits, bank deposits kept in the safe room closet I can barely fold my wallet But the gauntlet’s still waitin’ if I ain’t get what was promised I’m lawless, cuz weakness is preyed upon in this office And I ain’t tryna lose my fuckin’ spot this quick I brought this shit to here from the block brick shifts I got this rich from addiction hostages Know God wishes I would finally stop business with the devil I rebelled away and settled my fate: Head on a plate, or maximum security level state prisons I made decisions I wouldn’t make another way Cuz if I did, I’d simply end up in the same place, If it comes down to man, I know my choices Either sell or you buy for life, I hear the voices So go ahead pick your poison Pick your poison

Uh, Ayo, Ayo Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows Uh, it seems like all they hear is static Rapping be my habit that’s inspired by the classics Word to Illmatic Word to Outkast If you walk a mile in my shoes, you’re one-eighth B-Rabbit I’m spitting like it’s magic, how’d it happen? I don’t know White boy the illest for miles with heightened flow 5’10 alive but 9-5 on the rhymes Matter of fact, some nights I be writing ‘till it’s 5, o’clock in the morning But flowing’s never boring I’m pouring every important thought my mind be forming onto the page Smoother than orange juice that’s made with no pulp My competition takes some big gulps, no 7/11 I wrote this verse in 1 session Ain’t got time for digestion Right now my hunger is pressing Cuz I’m loading my clip and every bullet is destined Bitch I’m talking ‘bout my verses, ain’t no Smith and no Wesson Now wassup? Uh, Ayo, Ayo Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows Uh Only God knows Yeah Cuz only God knows Uh Only God knows Uh yeah now only God knows, that explains why I still remember Haters tryna send me letters, I’m returning to sender My agenda ain’t got the time for such effortless efforts And lately I ain’t got no mind for such measureless measures Cuz I been kicking this old school Y’all been tripping off toadstools Sleeping on me like the cold flu Probably most do I done rose two levels with these instrumentals that I wrote too Uh I’m just sending a message My rivals are simply a checklist Of who I’m finna pass up next bitch A single verse of mine is more divine than your entire setlist Smithing up my craft got me feeling like the Fresh Prince Breath mints are nothing to the freshness of my rhymes Got excess supply in mind, cuz I’m destined to provide Invested my life story No questions arise for me cuz I’m undisputed I’m suited but the cheque arrives slowly still Uh, Ayo, Ayo Motherfuckers ain’t ill, they know, they know Motherfuckers wanna kill, ain’t no halos Running ‘round looking for thrills they sold their soul And they know they owe, the devil and he be stone cold But when I smoke he be lifted off his own toes I ain’t rapping for the cheese, no provolone But I’ve been out upon the block grating cold flows Uh Only God knows The plot grows, protagonist spot chosen for me Derozan’s score sheet on my own beats Only L.O.G. I’m never lonely Holy melodies I’m writing slowly Roll the rollies and blow trees, then I get cooking up like roast beef My rhymes is the groceries Designed a whole feast Michelin star tracks, sat in fine upholstery lined with gold seams When I rhyme, check the balance cuz I’m on another level My pencil never settles cuz I be writing from my mental, uh Vision central, raising my potential Then turn that shit kinetic and let it be monumental, uh Cuz only god knows Uh Only god knows Uh Cuz only god knows Uh Only god knows

What’s power to a king in the presence of a god? Ask my competition, even though I’m at the start Long trek, onset to be a fuckin’ star But the jungle steady rumbles, will it tear my ass apart? À la carte what I want from this rap game Traps laid, putting fires out like an ashtray My half-brain speed’s your fast lane Fill up my gas tank with metaphors as they ignite to blast ‘way 8-speed transmission amphetamines I’m driven by better means to castaway Writing my past away on this paper Need no eraser Spit what’s on my mind and write it later Cuz I got layers of graphite labours on these pages Uh, I’m talking phrases, uh, cuz my rhymes are always mint, fresher cadence Uh, And I’ll be higher than a blimp at my greatest Uh, So keep an eye out for me and keep your patience, uh Only a few will understand and appreciate what's about to happen (Only a few man) Das E.F.X., come in! Yeah Well I’m a super duper rhymer rhymer Spitting fresh and finer finer Every time I, time I pick the mic up I’m a line designer I got desire taking me higher n’ higher with no lighter The fibres of my body stay lifted, clothesliner No dryer for my flows, foes lined up like them hoes For the rose gold iPhone from the store now Your network slows down while I rap in 5G Service never goes out metaphors at high speed I see your internet explorer ass behind me Y’all just got the message, I’m waiting for a reply please My steez higher than fireworks on July 6 minus 2 Simple math ain’t hard to do on the fly bitch I stitch these bars together Denser than bottom pressures of the ocean Y’all can’t measure Baking soda and ketchup Imma mess up these beats so call a stretcher Queue me up and I’ll set ya headphones on fire and nothing lesser Wassup? Only a few will understand and appreciate what's about to happen (Only a few man) Das E.F.X., come in! Yeah See I’m a stain in the game, feeling young, broke, and infamous
Lungs for my wishing list Blunt tokes is nothing for breath control spittin’ this As for me it’s business as usual My litmus is neutral because my flow is balanced but it’s suitable Ceramics in the crucible are heating up to my dynamic musical talent and flows The ballots is closed By unanimous vote My analysis shows That I’m the greatest who happened to know Tell ‘em what you really know Uh Sometimes I lose perspective on what really matters Plenty factors I could blame for that but I know it’s me in my busy patterns Losing sight but I don’t need glasses to set my manners straight And realize it’s a blessing to even rap today For those who wondering why, let me elaborate Cuz circumstances have their ways of adding extra baggage weight Like if you had to race with a feather on your shoulders Or a broken family, drug addiction, and debt with all that agony I know which path you’d take But it’s a harsh reality some people have to face Without a choice or the means to achieve a lavish fate That’s why I never treat my dreams casually, that’s my way Maybe I’m selfish But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it I can’t stop dreaming now Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round Maybe I’m selfish But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it I can’t stop dreaming now Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round and round it goes ‘Round we go on a journey hundreds of million miles Been a while since my early days, I was a different child Different style, didn’t comprehend my privilege in this wild and hostile environment Thinking I would just grow up and make it big somehow - what a careless act I was born with a gift, wish I had cherished that all the way Giving my all today cuz I’m staring at my conscious in the mirror And it be staring back, smiling Knowing I’ve been grinding Finding myself in all this writing And learning ‘bout the world that I reside in Finally, I found something I can take some pride in Saw the signs when I was 10 but didn’t start applying Till I was 17 when I composed my first beat Something ‘bout it spoke to me, I found my missing piece I know I’m nothing perfect, there’s always room to increase my talent But understand that this is all I’ll ever, need Maybe I’m selfish But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it I can’t stop dreaming now Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round Maybe I’m selfish But I couldn’t fight this feeling since I felt it I can’t stop dreaming now Though the world keeps spinnin’ ‘round and round it goes ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round it goes ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes Yeah ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round it goes ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes ‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round it goes Yeah Yeah This is only the beginning Logan Wood Thank y’all for listening See y’all soon Bless