Mid Life Crisis (Feat. Maino)

Quincy Jones once told me The music industry is not a 50 yard dash It's global gumbo and that's a marathon Are you ready to finish what you started Little burns on my back, I'm back from Hell's fire Little games, you say the devil's alive Anything we can conquer, Olympians I'm on my second wind running like a Jamaican I went from dreads to a bald cut Took the few shots, still caught the wrap up Closest they got to me falling was on Dave Chappelle's show When Dylan was chocking the legend And what an impression I leave on your girlfriend Not physically, but it's my voice that she's hearing She like that, aye, sing along she know the words to every song Aye, she call me Don Dada her favorite movie Top Shotter She love when I speak Creole, what up Me and colleagues go back with butter, fuco Early in morning, you still wake up Brush my teeth and hit the block up Hustle hard is what I'm made of Some cut coke, I cut that guitar up We keeps many cars with the big rims Big mansions with Rottweilers fenced in Some did anything just to get there Some see fame and some saw the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some see fame and some see the prison You're doing time, in prison Hold your head up, I hope you get a party Could've been me, in the same place That's why every night, I say my grace Strong headed, ain't a thing I can't achieve So off the beat, top three emcees Music mogul, philanthropy Y'all know how I do with my epiphanies Why now Why not now Many'll call but only a few can move the crowd I started off a battle emcee Before the Smack DVDs and URL League But lately, lyrically, been underestimated But the rap side of my brain is reactivated But thanks to my momma, used to pray, oh Lord Have my son focus on music and not a sawed off Early in morning, you still wake up Brush my teeth and hit the block up Hustle hard is what I'm made of Some cut coke, I cut that guitar up We keeps many cars with the big rims Big mansions with Rottweilers fenced in Some did anything just to get there Some see fame and some saw the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some say I had a mid life crisis The colleagues would pick on my birthday Why envy Charlamagne It's my birthday It, it's my birthday, it, it's my birthday But who know where we going, papi What it do The catwalk, fashion week Ne me quitter pas, that mean no, never leave me What's funny, man, she don't even know me Aye, she like that, aye, sing along She know the words to every song Aye, she like that gettin' her dance on She know the words to all my songs Go girl shake it But don't hurt nobody It's the Refugee Republic All hands on deck DJs on deck Some see fame and some saw the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Some see fame and some see the prison Ladies and gentlemen Could somebody pass me my electric guitar