(Verse 1) I never had a lane, ain't take much of a run Was known to be the kid who just beat to his own drum I felt like it was fun, walkin on the beaten path SB's getting stains from my strolls into the grass Cause I never really knew, what I was in for Walking around in an unknown place that noone had treaded before So I just, take a step and I, take another Lewis and Clarkin in a new world and then I discovered What it takes to be a great, realized that i've been doing it And I was always searching to deep, up on some stupid shit That's really all that goes to it cause when I saw the truth I knew the key to being great wasn't what you say in the booth But more of just doing you, it's more than a state of mind Cause if you focusing too much than all you've done is wasted time I guess that's food for thought, I'm hoping that it syncs Cause all you need to do important things is a hunger to think (Verse 2) Don't mistake me for a rapper, not sayin that I'm above it But I'm just a musician and I hope that people love it Cause this ain't guaranteed, I sweat and cry and bleed Just to see if one day I would be able to succeed And sit back with my niggas, and roll up some sativ While we watch our profits multiply on levels we never seen Satisfaction guaranteed when my presence is requested Cause these mics that I be blessin thank me for the brief respite From the norm and I'm like damn, the personification Of a mic reverin my lyrics must be my imagination And I'm sayin, with all of these tricks that my mind be playing I've been pondering if I should stop using self-medication But at the same time, the shit is inspiration For the music that I'm making the moments after I'm bakin So I guess I'l ride it out, for now I think I'm earning Some of the benefits of self education and higher learnin