(DJ) Feeling like Juelz, who am I? But I don't got jewels to prove my rise Some wrong turns, back roads, but never plateaued My course for the astros maneuver through the sky Sometimes need to rap slow to get into the mind But then I gotta spit fast though like do or die I'm kind of like a mix of Twista with Juvenile But he ain't from the Nola no the kid ain't from the Chi If you know you know, I don't gotta show the ropes The mayor, I ain't a player but got a holy stroke Hear that macaroni when I'm going slow Shorty know you couldn't blow me without getting domed I been getting old but now I can say I'm grown Aunt Dona took me to the broadways shows I need me a Tony award before I go I got more to do now that I'm more composed Back to the campaign trail, but I ain't sold my soul Not the governor, no, I'm more engulfed Gotta hold it down for the coast Not only folk in New York, the whole scope, Boca to Holyoke Why I'm feeling these growing pains? (Why?) Why does it hurt even when I know I'm straight? Shit going great, broke it off with shorty Made off with some foreign cake And there's more to make Stayed off of forties for forty days I was mortified, all I made was more mistakes Motivate, fortify, formulate 'Cause a subtle touch could fuck it up No klutz, gotta come in clutch Some putz, wasn't one us, gon' sum it up before I'm done and up Gon' make sure all the troubling years that was my career Leaves y'all with something sincere Why does it hurt even though I know I'm balling? Switching gears hit the clutch, no more stalling Looking for a señorita just to fornicate Motivate, fortify, formulate Pop 9-3 like the joint 8's, life's going great Soaring through the pain like 'Bron take flight Why they always come back soon as I get right? All I wanna do is fuck and smoke, I don't wanna fight Sticking to myself, too old to be in the [?] Almost there I'm a prospect Swear losing [?] new batteries in my back 2021 niggas still on crack If you lost you better learn how to win Nigga if you lost you better learn how to swim Fall down seven times, better get up eight Made it past 25, ain't go upstate Nah, I'ma conduct the state, then one-up the state Take the whole fuckin' place [?] the other way The keys to the log cabin's up in Maine Not a fog of haze that can obstruct this gaze There's not a stunt or play you can construct to stay- Safe, not in your basement, fire escape This the last dose of disrespect I'ma take Try and taunt me, get up off me You ain't just lost me, you lost Manhattan, Brooklyn, Staten The Bronx, Queens, you lost Westchester, Long Island Shit, even New Jersey gon' start riding for him Everyone behind him Foreigners to old timers, even Chocolate City got me B-More, North Carolina In VA, Ugly dutty when he drunk PA, Philly always showing me brotherly love They put the sports aside to support the guy Even Boston love what he do, hugging me up When they see me at Legal Seafood running it up Since before Lil Me rocking shows at the middle east On the road writing writtens sitting in the middle seat Don't pity me, you kidding me? Back in New York with Bruno, he from Italy Literally, not Little Italy Why I'm feeling these growing pains? Why? Why does it hurt even when I know I'm straight? Shit going great, broke it off with shorty Made off with some foreign cake And there's more to make Stayed off of forties for forty days I was mortified, all I made was more mistakes Motivate, fortify, formulate 'Cause a subtle touch could fuck it up No klutz, gotta come in clutch Some putz, wasn't one us, gon' sum it up before I'm done and up Gon' make sure all the troubling years that was my career Leaves y'all with something sincere