I woke up 
Put the phone down 
Put the mic up 
Said the first thing that came to mind 
Like I don't write much 
That's a lie, we all know it 
Making beats, doing it so I could show my people that I'm growing 
I don't cry much 
I love my people when I'm in their presence 
Nothing like community 
I don't lie much 
And that's a present 
Gift 
I'm unwrapping 
I'm unlearning 
Trip 
Jazz cigarettes 
I'm never done burning 
I get the one turning 
Start a new chapter 
And that's a testament 
A little lesson for the rest of them 
Running off an old model 
Trying to get some new results 
I unfollow 
A slow flower 
A go-getter 
Never been a no-shower 
Said this verse with my eyes closed 
And smell the scent through my nose 
I don't practice 
I rehearse it at the live show 
A young Miles, but what do I know? 
I don't know much 
I go through a lot 
And I ain't blowing up the spot 
To throw it all away, you gotta know what you got 
A lot of secrets that escaped me 
Living up to my potential where it takes me 

We all scared of the top
We all scared if we flop
We won't be riding these breakbeats like H-Street
I need a lease for the next ten
Feel like I'm destined
Need a bird as my best friend
I buy the book so I could follow the plot
It's not a follow-up to Weather Or Not
This its own shit
Pistol grip pump with the chrome grip
A lot of people tripping
I tell 'em don't slip
I tell 'em don't get shot
I tell 'em Freestyle Fellowship, "Bullies Off The Block"
The streets are watching and they hot
Watch what you say
The jealous watch when you drop
I don't know much