As I Look Back (feat. Dr. Congo)

Elephant in the room but I'm gonna break the myth I been off the shrooms but I still get headaches and shit Telling em what I do, but they doubt I can make a wish Hoppin in the stu they ask what I be cooking with I say genuinity with a pinch of flavour Take it in one shot like a penalty get the bread like a baker Are they comprehendin' me, the ref don't call in my favour They ask to hop on, I say come and vibe and live it like the trinity People don't know what to think cos they haven't heard me rap Trying to hook me up with figures, only figure I got's my dad I been rapping since the tweny's when I heard bout Mac Now Baby at the top my list and he not going back I'm out here making four digits but man that's all I got Got two jobs, plus I'm in school, I'm workin' different slots Brodie took the blunt and smoked it til' his fingers hot I done made some misses but I'm still just taking shots yuh As I look back, I reminisce Hands up for me, hands up for this, Hands down mama gave birth to the best Makin better than some rest and I ain't even stressed You look depressed, can I help you? You're teary, need a tissue, your hearing got an issue? Cos I'm talkin but you not responding Maybe you've just hit the bottom I remember what that's like but I'll let you do the talkin' If you wanna address cos I can see you a mess yuh You got in fights you disagree with people who keep Hatin and debating whether your freedom's up to them And I get it sometimes they look at what you love and throw it in the bin And leave you to another crying day with your journal and a pen I know it's rough cos I faced a knife to my chest Back when I thought that I had no one and lost all my friends But God loves you, I do as well, so put down your pen Listen to Gandalf cos the life you live isn't in your head Mini library, we was hooked on Ratchet and Clank Back when we had a man stuck in a window for a prank Fast-forward feel like my memories de-rank Don't got a whole lot goin for me but work an a dry gas tank They takin photos for the fest just like we servin' face I'm cookin' lyrics, work my brain til' I can serve a plate Old friends come back with venom: what a serpent taste Hit up for features, say come meet me at a certain place man Studio for a placement, rockin up to Diamond with my rings not engagement Adjust my production, til' it's smooth like the pavement Doc sent the beat, I said fire, he said "ain't it?" Pow, busting up the job I'm paying threek to my bruv so he fixin' and I'm coppin da whip Coppin the whip, wow, hustlin, need the brain for the game that's Why I gave up staying up too late just to hop on a spliff Three hundred and fiftys caught my eye, I said "that shit's fire, dawg" traded names Memory locked and then zipped, he say there's a show playing in January I'll hit you up, show came I started talking to Zip yuh We met at work and he told me his story, we've known each other for like a month But he been hooking me up with the info I need to get in the game Cos he pretty much in it already, so I asked him bout venues and shows He said we got one in January, I said for real? Then he offered to let me in on it As I look forward to the fame and game its repugnant That too many rappers want greens over beats, lil pungent In my nose I need to sneeze, get a bag and I punch it When the features pull up with the bill, I say man tuck it When the birds pull up wit they bills, I say man f*ck it Ima feed em, so my work ethic ain't deceasin' Looking forward got a feeling our fanbase increasin' Doc did surgery on the beat and I'm connectin' all the pieces yuh