I woke up Put the phone down Put the mic up Said the first thing that came to mind Like I don't write much That's a lie, we all know it Making beats, doing it so I could show my people that I'm growing I don't cry much I love my people when I'm in their presence Nothing like community I don't lie much And that's a present Gift I'm unwrapping I'm unlearning Trip Jazz cigarettes I'm never done burning I get the one turning Start a new chapter And that's a testament A little lesson for the rest of them Running off an old model Trying to get some new results I unfollow A slow flower A go-getter Never been a no-shower Said this verse with my eyes closed And smell the scent through my nose I don't practice I rehearse it at the live show A young Miles, but what do I know? I don't know much I go through a lot And I ain't blowing up the spot To throw it all away, you gotta know what you got A lot of secrets that escaped me Living up to my potential where it takes me We all scared of the top We all scared if we flop We won't be riding these breakbeats like H-Street I need a lease for the next ten Feel like I'm destined Need a bird as my best friend I buy the book so I could follow the plot It's not a follow-up to Weather Or Not This its own shit Pistol grip pump with the chrome grip A lot of people tripping I tell 'em don't slip I tell 'em don't get shot I tell 'em Freestyle Fellowship, "Bullies Off The Block" The streets are watching and they hot Watch what you say The jealous watch when you drop I don't know much...