Letras:Young Son. This Far.

(Verse 1)

It was all a dream
I kept my eyes glued to the TV screen
Back when they made a TV show
From Vibe Magazine
Round the same time Mason Betha
Was a reverend
I was writing a flow a night
Hoping to get better and
Now I look back on it
And I'm feeling like a veteran
I mean, I'm not bragging
But you gotta say I'm better than
Some of these rap cats
But never mind that
Let me take you
Back, back, back
To where my grind at
See, I felt soul
In the bottom of my soul
Like the bottom of my shoes
Time Life had me sold
On that old school stream
Gordy and his dream
From Smokey and the Miracles
To Di and the Supremes
So I when I spit
Its an entirely different thing
From talking bout the coke
Pack moving or triple beams
Do ya dance, two-step
Make it rain, throw some D's
Lyrically, I'm putting rappers
In bags like groceries
Something they could feel
For the people that's close to me
This love second to the worship
To the one who died for me
Young, talented and humble
Cuz I ain't boasting, b
But you can't tell me this ain't the way
Hip Hop is supposed to be

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(Verse 2)

I never thought that hip hop
Would take it this far
I mean we've come a long way
Like the Model T car
But some are more focused on
Who drive that nice car
Sitting on 28s
And you seeing em' spar
In they million dollar videos
I know this here's hard
But like K. West and Game
I knew I wouldn't get far
If I rapped like them
Or we rapped like they
I just ain't wanna wrap sandwiches
At Subway
For the rest of my days
I knew it was a way
I could turn a hobby
To a title they say
A legend like John
You knew what They Say
Like Common
If this is uncommon, ay
I'd rather be different
And tell the truth
Then to sell my soul rapping
Just to drive a Coupe
This real as it gets
As life goes on
Some of y'all ain't neva gonna get it
Like that old En Vogue song

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(Bridge)

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(Thanks to Michael for these lyrics)