when i was twenty one it was a very good year it was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair with all that perfumed hair and it came undone when i was twenty one it was all a dream just a year ago bussin tables and servin food but y all don t hear it though now i m on another level but y all ain t near it though my soul bleedin on the track so spiritual it s a blessing cause now rappin is my profession yo set to detonate i m just waitin for my time to blow white boy at first glance but when i rhyme they know race don t mean a fucking thing the second that i flow it s been a year and everything i said would happen has while everybody that i know was out havin a blast i was right here in the studio bustin my ass it s been a year i m twenty one but i feel yeah and now i got this i taste the blood no one can stop this second i drop this die hard fans is finna cop this while the rest of the world follows through fiber optics i took my time see i studied the game learned how to rhyme i was around drugs and gats but never delved in crime had other things in mind so i began to grind first tape was a success locally i got press but i knew this one right here would run the world a mess but i digress a year ago i was a youngin in his room staring out the window lookin at the moon knowing it s coming soon but today i board this rocket ship and sonic boom cause i am no longer a seed homie it s time to bloom12