[.Jxck:] The funny thing about me, is I don't do that much I just make beats and smoke weed as a crutch Y'all wanna see me flop, but I swear, it's all love I mean, I'll protect mine, but I ain't whilin' or nothin' Ayy, I'm comin' for the whole loaf, I'm tired of the crumbs But I know it starts as passion and slowly becomes funds But you gotta had a skill, that's why I'm on top of it, son Ain't no need for animosity, just fill up your lungs And breathe deep, in and out, oxygen in my blood I'm calculated in my movements like a TI-81 A machine on the keys, workin' way after the sun In that city by the sea, it's always love going on [Spose:] I spit it off the top like a suicide jump, I'm takin' flight But in the studio, off two of these blunts, I'd rather write If you jeopardize the food for my young, I'm known to bite down Fight rounds, right now, might sound crazy but My time is money, hit my PayPal Came a long way from pretendin' I'm in 8 Mile From Boston up to Portland on the Greyhound I started 2000, look, I got a new album Every day, game day thinkin' I'm drinkin' D'USSE because Ben bought some and Jay-Z drinks it Got me feelin' like I'm sixteen at Foodstamp's spot Him playin' instrumentals while I'm spittin' upon Besides four kids I own now, nothin' much changed The pulp nonfiction, homestyle, no runnin' away This tightrope, Simone Biles jugglin' plates Rappin' dad in action, packin' wrapped in plastic Back in black, Smashing Pumpkins shirt, I packed it Plus the L.L. Bean hat, Celtics patched jacket On stage they're packed in from front to the back My ash floats out the tray and goes back in the bag