Human

I ain't gotta showboat

All I do's show out

Aiming for the sky when we came from the ground

I ain't paying shit no mind when my minds in the clouds

I'll only pay my mind when I'm mining my crown

MOB

You know how we get down The M's for Maplestreet

OB's On Bound for the Moon Maybe even past that

Got many blueprints

If one fail, I'm starting back Call that a respawn

With a deep squad

Gotta get the dub

Gold, No Getting Bronze Growing old with rap

Feeling like I'm Lebron

I gotta do sum

A younger me dreamed now I should be cruising

Couldn't even maintain pain, money kept losing

But my ****, that's what comes with being human

Wasn't impressive as a kid

I grew up clueless

My ass wouldn't even knew I grew up on some IQ shit

And make dumb decisions even til this day I'm still choosing

But just know I smooth'd out

The temp is still there Propane with the gas out

I hadda hit the madden

Hall of fame with the pass route

As a matter of fact

Who got the bets

Let's cash out

Life is definitely a gamble make a **** change his life round

Only maplebars in Maplestreet Town

I took the risk

Look at me now

All the bumps n bruises in my life & I ain't see a foul

All the dirt that's done in my face while I kept a smile Think it's grape sweet

When you know shits really cherry sour

Smoking my greens

Eat'n Broccoli & Cauliflower Everybody change by the second and the hour

But that's that ultimate power of being human

Uh

The worlds saying

I gotta radio voice

That means I'm booming

Label me with 3 K's

A Kolored Kool Kid

Fuck leaning back, or reclining

I'm moving

Hate me, or Love me

Be my neighbor or move then

I really mind mines in my atmosphere

I'm cool'n

Gotta appetite

Table for one at Ruth's Chris

Call my life private

I just call it exclusive

No excuses

I'm Human

I'm so anti social

It's ruthless

Needa fly out of the Q

Feel like I'm cooped in

I'm adding to the bank

The girl teller asked if I'm hoop'n

I said more than that, on some cool shyt

But it's more a matter-of-fact something I'm proving

But anyway

I'm heading to the range or maybe the field to bust the sig in the rain

I'll shoot the pain away, til them memories fade of them angry days

And give God to all praise

And for now I'm Cheech and Chong

I'm smoking haze

It's lemon

You know it definitely has the tang