One

When I was 21

It was a very good year

It was a very good year

For city girls

Who lived up the stairs

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was 21

It was all a dream just a year ago

Bussin' tables and servin' food but ya'll don't hear it

though

Now I'm on another level but ya'll aren'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 ryhme they know

Race don't mean a fucking thing the second that I flow

It's been a year and everything I said would happened

has

While everybody that I know is out havin' a blast

I was right here in the studio bustin' my ass

It's been a year I'm 21 but I feel (35)

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 young'un in his room

Staring out the window, lookin at the moon, knowing

it's coming soon

But today I bought this rocket ship and sonic boom

Cause I am no longer a seed, homie, it's time to bloom