(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