I have no legs. I have no legs. I have no legs. Come by the park and get suited bitch. Look. Good evening. Good evening. I don't care where I live, cause I can tell you where my heart is. I just stay on my side. *** where everybody at. Tell the planet peace, cause I'm gone, I ain't coming back. Had to hold regular life, I can tell you that I'm done with that. Try and build a mill off a couple stacks to own my own business. Investing all I got into these *** raps. Willie Parker money, handed off, then it's running back. Aye yo, you *** with that. You gotta *** with that. You in love with that. Look. Uh. Mac Miller. Taking sips from the fountain of youth. If you ain't heard about the kid, then you out of the loop. As I'm sitting back, staring at this world in my eyes. See out the window in my room that I'm hidden inside. I'm just a kid who stays speaking and starts talking his mind. Life a rollercoaster, but I stay along for the ride. Put my heart up on the page and the song gonna cry. There's logic behind the way you stand caught in a lie. Boy, ain't it shocking? I'm a topic of discussion. Mother***ers want my spot, so they probably wish I wasn't. They give a little love like everyone does. In reality, they stoned off that competitive drug. And I don't blame them. Cause those who above me, I'm gunning for. Try and make my way to the top, starting from the floor. And I don't even need to bring a single gun to war. Cause I be on some *** that they ain't never done before. Taking over piece by piece, starting from the core. It's only been a year, I can stick around a hundred more. Said I can stick around a hundred more. I ain't going nowhere. Young, it's so much time to go. Jerm, you might as well keep this one rolling. I got like one more verse. I haven't spit three verses on a song in a minute. Let's see if I can remember how this one goes. Alright, look. You can find me in the lab working overtime. Smell the weed when you going by Global Grind. I ain't just a local guy. When you feeling stressed out, have a nail blow money. Keep my lady decked out and Chanel live fast. When I die, better wish me well. I just hope they serving beer in hell. Just an everyday story that I'm here to tell. So please, stick around for the epilogue. For anyone who ever blogged, probably heard my name. Hip-Hop's underdog, you wanna win the game. I'm sick of hearing how music change never been the same. And these dudes who think they everything and never pick a lane. Call yourself a vet but haven't won a single game. Mad every girl got my name imprinted in her brain. Boy, I'm a beast, matching style and balls. Find me smoking weed where the wild things are. Yes sir. So I mean, I had to take this time real quickly to just go in. I don't know man. I feel like you should never stop going in on your ***. That's just me. Q-Tree J out there, we excited. Just making history. And germ, of course.