[00:00.000] 作曲 : Justin Scott/Rolynne Anderson/Daniel Seef/Sam Barsh/Daniel Tannenbaum/Khalil Abdul-Rahman[00:12.814]Yeah, my creator gave me the gift to create[00:15.420]In this mind of mine and plot our escape[00:17.188]In an atmosphere that wouldn't hold our weight[00:18.947]If I leave from here, I'll call when I'm safe[00:21.022]Knocking on the door, hoping someone answers[00:22.642]Yeah, I call that faith[00:24.061]This mouth of mine has turned down water for wine[00:26.354]I still recall that taste of bittersweet[00:28.585]Like when I realize you'll never be as perfect as the one that invented me[00:31.794]And a world full of temptations can make you feel so incomplete[00:35.268]Grew up to be better than me, go farther than I can go[00:37.857]See farther than I can see[00:39.274]When my days draw to a close, breathe longer than I can breathe[00:42.894]And I'm fine with that[00:44.427]In the event I decide to move forward, what you've done[00:47.057]They can rewind it back[00:48.392]And I'm a proud parent now as I was a proud parent then[00:51.293]I saw you grow up to become the kind of king that I knew you'd always been[00:54.737]Indeed, there's a finish line for me, but for you, there's no end[00:58.154]So, perhaps all that work that has been done was a win[01:01.612]And although my intentions were for good, it still brung us to a sin[01:05.081]But I'll pay for your mistakes as long as this world continues to spin[01:08.553]And as this vessel of mine breaks down, I know you have never bend[01:11.912]I'm sure as Multi is your home, hard times will come again[01:15.302]I set aside a book of rhymes that'll pave the way for now and then[01:18.630]I know forever is a mighty long time—so where should we begin?[01:22.351]—On the Southside 'cause I'm a country bumpkin, bumpin' out the system, **** if they don't listen[01:25.776]We done came a long way from niggas throwing CDs out the window like I made a frisbee[01:29.348]Better than veteran rapper's favorite rappers[01:30.586]Conscious or trappers and I'm Mississippi[01:32.473]Dirty Southern motha****a kicking[01:33.948]Like a red bucket with white top chitlins[01:36.130]Shittin' on niggas, my rhyme flow[01:37.600]Hands-'hind-back, eyes blind fold[01:39.248]Mind, body, and soul connected to the Most High[01:41.484]Even when times got low[01:42.957]Uhh, look how they hate me, but copy me[01:44.661]Possibly I was the one with components and properties[01:46.750]To be the greatest of all time, but you won geography lottery[01:49.847]So I keep kicking, flipping tables, chosen and favored[01:52.290]**** being major when giant is greater[01:54.093]Fortune and fame but you **** for the label[01:55.863]Truth is what made me[01:57.198]Settle down, settle down, I was angry but I'm better now[02:00.315]Niggas talking raising bars, mine amongst the stars[02:02.156]Give it time to level out[02:03.595]If you worried about the flow, I'll make a beat[02:05.371]Write you a hook that you repeat[02:07.229]Even go as far to drop a mixtape that you re-do[02:09.681]Never credit me, separately sold[02:11.163]Slick as Giuseppes on slippery floors[02:12.889]Mop by the buckets that I used to hold[02:14.555]While dreaming of plaques and selling out shows[02:16.509]Multi-alumni forever the fours