Such a beautiful day out. It really is. I mean, the birds are chirping. You got the old women jogging. I really feel it right now, ya know?

Verse:
Yeah, nothing but that authentic, far from fraudulent lyrics.
Real folk love it, fake niggas fear it - run the opposite direction the minute they hear cuz they don't get it.
My folk said he wanted something "honest he could live with"
I spit it like Abraham, I promise you gon' feel it!
Take it beyond the limit, infinite and I did it quite naturally.
Make the crowd jump like cables on a car battery.
Fresh, fly, cool as I wanna be!
When you talk about these rappers, put no one in front of me - homie, you gotta believe me!
This ain't nothing to a "G" homie cuz I make this look e-zay!!!
And I gotta do this right: Fly woman on my arm, stewardess type.
Said she ain't want that artificial, all visual, non-mental.
She want them bars that's official, something that she can sink her teeth into that plays with the head...
THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.
So I been on a mission to stay spittin that non-fiction.
Give em the vision
they hear me but will they listen???
Because I'm fresh, fly, as I wanna be
but whether I'm droppin knowledge remains to be seen!
Homie, you gotta believe me -
this ain't nothing to a "G", homie cuz I make this look e-zay!
I do this for my folk gettin' impatient by the rotation on they FM Station.
Lyrically limiting, very little ability
so I gotta keep it in motion like kinetic energy.
Connect with intensity, painting that picture mentally so they can view the vision vividly - that HD!
Folk mentally in prison, this is your escape key.
Underground railroad, who's ready to break free?!
I think a lotta folk be livin' in that make believe, fantasy in their head, I said they as fake as weave.
That's why you gotta believe me
this ain't nothin to a "G" homie, cuz I make this look e-zay!
Yeah - and I been raw from the start.
What's difficult for most is just a walk in the park.
Got my shoes tied, and I'm on my mark, ready, set, then I go in or I go off.
Hold it down like I'm supposed to do!
Well dressed, hella fresh from the fedora to the sole of my shoe.
Get deep like a poet do when I'm in the vocal booth.
I'm exposing the truth, but then connect like telephones do.
Still a youngin' by values from the old school.
Niggas relate to experiences that I go through.
That's why you gotta believe me.
This ain't nothin to a "G" homie, cuz I make this look e-zay!
I rock a champion fitted: Maverick with this rappin shit, making teams damn near quit it!
Look in my eyes, I'm the man who did it
I got plans to get it
So little time so I rarely miss it:
Opportunity that's knockin, I'm perusing every option, always moving, never stoppin at the scrutiny and watchin.
All the ice-grillin that's soon to be forgotten when I pick apart a beat like slaves be doing to cotton.
Reppin Marietta, soon moving to the rotton apple.
Up top New York, we live coming at you!
See, I'm a rare breed -
this ain't nothing to a "G" homie, cuz I make this look e-zay!