Retrospect

Yeah

Gettin' some shit off my chest once again

Shit, man, I've always got something to say

You know, it's funny that people mistaken me as the quiet one

And all it is is I don't say a whole lot

Not until I need to

So here goes nothing

Coming from the streets of Gunnison Avenue

Where motherfuckers smack you up if you're having an attitude

Where I learned to write my first rhyme with a magnitude

That should have gotten me canceled but the fact is, I ain't as bad as you