'07 Draft

I been writing raps before Durant got drafted

Same crib still, my friends don't gotta type address

I used to keep a stack of notebooks under mattress

Now I hit record, and just black

Whatever happens happens

I try not to trip over sh** from the past tense

Spend too much time, you end up stuck in it

I knew that I had the talent, and so I stuck with it

Brushing shoulders with people that's tryna block me

I get through the contact like a tough finish

What's the odds of somebody coming to top me?

It's looking slim, like they ain't been eating enough spinach