The Boy

What if every year of your life was told you would be great

But you ain't know for what, break a leg 'till your knee break

Doin' shit, runnin' circles round your mind

Everyday, boy

And don't you dare stop until I say it's time

On some Nat King Cole shit, that's how it goes

Artists be knocking each other down like dominoes

Sayin' "he this" or "he that" but "not this" and "not that"

But they ain't ever spend some time tryna build each other up

Prophecy state that a young nigga would change that

My path laid out like it follow a train track

Been told since the old, recorded on tape deck