I'm feeling Cole said it well
And I know he right tho
Pac was like Jesus, and Nas wrote the Bible
Light to life recitals when I'm rappin' bout my idols
And if Pac's the son of God, I guess I'm a disciple
Cause I kill the microphone
And some might call it homicidal
The clip filled with words
You can't define up in my rifle
It's the motto of the cash
They ask what path I'm choosin
I guess it's tunnel vision
Cause I only see the music
It's my first and last resort
It's in my soul this is my passion
When you finally own a track
It's like your soul is everlastin
When I'm old I'll still be rappin
I mean that I'm sincere
Not even one quarter through life
And I feel like I'm 30 years, forreal
But I'm still young I gotta live it
There ain't no wastin' time
Just in a minute they could end it
I'm always on my grind
Scratchin graph on the line
The buddha hit the spirit
And the lyrics wrap my mind

Startin out this young thing
Not knowing what to do
Kinda fucking with this music game
Thinking I was cool, I was just playin around
But how I fell in love with you
Call me a fool, but just your sound
Was making me spill out the truth
So I went off for months
Grew mad respect for them players
Listened for hours to story tellers to build my own
Getting close to such a game
That I've never really been shown
And though I was so young
God I knew how much I've grown
Years flew by, time passed, a blink of an eye
Now I'm idolizing guys who've reached the brink of the sky
Knowing myself I analyze to who I rely
Fantasizing bout the game and ways for me to comply
So now I'm saying what I mean
Cause what I mean is how I vent
Expression in such a way to where me, cannot covet
Possessions is just a part to success and what you'll receive
But in the meaning you need to believe and you'll see

Life happens, nature take it's course
Take yours pay the toll and make the bridge to others hearts
If the passions what you say that you are
And if you killing what you feeling and you reeled in so far
Then keep moving
Have faith what God is taking you on
From taking on bigger opponents
What you facin is hard
Nobody said that on this path you would be taking a car
You getting sore but it's the pain that's finna take you afar

You really hope you make Nas proud

You really hope you make Cole proud

Long live the idols may they never be your rivals
Pac was like Jesus, Nas wrote the bible
Now what you bout to hear's a tale of glory and sin
R.I.P. to Gio now I'll let the story begin