Intro Lyrics

Dead homie after dead homie

Fried baloagne in eggs was holy matrimony

At the time I was only

Tryna gain a new perspective

So selective

So protective

Of my mind

Cause it's a weapon

Get the stepping

Ain't no question

I'm dying as a legend

I'm the one who really crept in

You ain't diluting my message

I won't bow down in y'all Presence

I Gotta get my time right

Because in hindsight

I learn that in adolescence

Breaking these curses is what I requested

Cause

Im a real boy now

Uh ain't strings on my back

Im a real boy now yeah

God got me yeah you got me

Im a real boy now yeah

I don't serve y'all masters

Im real boy now

Yeah I'm real boy now

Instead of climbing totem poles

We was toting poles

Imprisoned in the trap

When we should of been in them

Voting poles

They want our ignorance televised

We strike a pose

The only time they hearing us is when

We filled with holes

A younger man

With a older soul

The Devil think he slick

Hitting us With the okie doke

I'm down for taking risk

Watch this mug really blow for sho

Watch this mug really blow for sho

A young man from Pinocchio