The Process (Intro)

Free your mind Free your mind Never cared about a hater that ever doubted the process Thought I'd never have a thing Now take a look inside my closet Only thing bigger than my ego is my mother fuckin' wallet If you think a nigga lyin' take a look inside my pocket I been workin', I been writin' Shit became more than a hobby Been creative with my shit, how could you ever try to copy? Say "what's up" but on the low I know you keep on hatin' on me Don't even mention me online Keep that fake love shit from round me If you smokin' like I'm smokin' Then you smokin' on that pack You ain't comin' with them flavors Don't even match up with that sack Respect and creativity Those just two things that you lack Can't even throw dirt on my name My whole city's got my back And it's just like a high And i can not see the ground They keep on askin' me "why?" But i can not tell them now And I know why, And I know why Can not tell them now, Can not make a sound And I know why, And I know why Can not tell them now, Can not make a sound Oh, ohh, ohh ohhh Oh, ohh, ohh ohhh