I been taking off my Ice, I been quiet but not gone
I been scheming up my dreams, in the eye of the storm
I'm here with King 9, and we cooking up a concoction
Sugar and spice, mix with righteous and wrong
My boy don't ask me, how you change a class?
First day he met me, I was stuck up washing glasses
Hit me for a trim, he listen to my business
Nothing much in common but the music and the bitches
So we mixing up the tape, we do it on a Sunday
We busy copping beats, busy rapping till its late
Meticulous plans, we make terrific plays
I judge my craft from the look on his face
Say, Jordan what you say?
Tell me are we going to make a hit today
Say, Jordan if I may?
Im thinking like I need to borrow this today
And I'm putting up the pressure on the mic
Im tuning up, I carefully measure that my lines stay tight
And I'm different but the sounds emitted is what they like
And I need to be forgiven, cuz I just set your mic on fire