What's Your Name

I flew away from Moma nest at age 17 Young dumb, ready to run so intrigued In the streets, hitting licks and smoking weed Heavy drinking to angle right 90 degrees Main focus, balling hard at triple C Same time, outta line like letter T Best of both worlds Nigga we barely got to sleep Shooting dice in the room just to get some to eat As time steadily passed I took another leap Area code landed me in West Village a suite 76105-332 was the peak Bet my name still ringing we was living elite 2002 green bucket we made it feel like a jeep Canned goods and peanut butter tasted like meat Alcohol and women we made it look cheap They keep asking them questions they really tryna see They be like Up and down, round and round like Merry Go Best on Earth is the motto that's why they call me Boe And when my foot on yo neck, you know I up the scoe I make the bottom look good but never stand below I hit my breaking point, and almost let it go I told YWHW father God can't take nomo But I B down for this journey like I'm on Honor roll Shoutout Rodolpho, TEXMEX Ernestosss This a marathon not a race so I'ma pace Do good good follow and bad go away So when you feeling like you down that's a lesson you take DFC mentality, cutboy wit a cape Everybody that know me obviously know what real mean been humble and patiently waiting fah you to see Grass green on either side just take a peak I be woke at the same time you be going asleep I'm up, not down, See heaven in the clouds Blood sweat and them tears I leave on the ground Fell in love with the music I fell in love wih my sound Will Smith in the booth we can go pound fah pound UGK How I'm still solid without a crown Rising up like Shaquille O'Neil I'm coming down And picking up erbody who standing out of bounds Mr. Goodwill how I'm looking fah lost and found