I Had No Beat

Look I wanted to make music But i had no beat I had no machines All i could do was speak Had to get my instrumentals off the b-side of tapes Wrote my first song, cuss words all over the place Spit it to the homies They like, yeah that's aiight But you need a nickname Lemme think of something tight You go ahead do that thinkin Imma write these raps While every other line folks giving me daps But something gotta give for me to live my dream Recorded my first song on a karaoke machine Now I'm doing big things Besides the lunch time flow Shout out to KB and Hochii they know Shout out to the RBP gang with the green glow Me and Ace laced the mixtape and let the hood know Now haters gotta fix they face like it broke I got my first buzz way before i even smoked Fast forward to now I'm on a flight to Pisa Watch me turn a skeptic into a believer Got paid for my shows That never happened back home Went to France, shot a video for Leave Me Alone Big up to Hugo Kant holding me down in Marseille Thru peace a sign, then I flew back to LA Now the LA scene, it aint changed too much Autographs overseas, here they give no fucks So its back to square one, didn't burn no bridges Hit the lab off top, just to build with my ninjas Dropped the golden calf joint with my G, Kincee Pros were JF, Crate Div & my homeboy P Not bad for a player from the 7-1 Fresh When they all went right, I up and went left But I'm still on a quest, peace to The Abstract When i hear a bad beat i don't know how to act