Entro Lyrics

Speak it like a preacher reachin' souls when I be at shows/You seein' a pro when I hold the m-i-c-rophone/am I not a people person, 'cause I normally be at home inkin poems/or up in the studio completin' songs?/I be in my zone, I'm tryin' to build and form an empire, I'm sure that you know/it will not be built in a day, and as I was told neither was Rome/I came in this game a part of a crew, then it was me on my own/Ten Speed and Brown Shoe to Slang Kommittee, that's what I was on/You couldn't tell me I wouldn't be known, wanted to sign to Barack/See that was back-way in the day of SV and them BR Gunna tracks/I was a hungry starvin' artist started from the surface/'Til I layed that ground work until-me and the ground are dearly departed/You don't feel like I paid my dues, you are clearly nearly retarted/Planted my seed a while ago now look at my harvest look at my garden/Done came a long way from bein' inside of my mother's apartment/This here is the beginnin' I'm far from finished, just gettin' started I am

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