It Ain't Hard to Tell

[Intro]

Yeah

Elmatic, check

[Verse 1]

Yo, let me start you from the Genesis, far from where the finish is

No role models, just empty bottles of Guinnesses

Roaches in the ashtray, tossin', gettin' fast cash

The ski mask way, for those who never passed class

Born inside of poverty, probably

They stack bread, them crackheads never looked alive to me

Robberies of liquor stores, tricks and whores

Reality was sick as yours, so I blow trees stronger than sycamores

Now wait – let me get back to my past

As I rewind mine, before I got on in 1-9-9-9

Mother gave birth to this divine mind

Born with this Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head, like a Qur'an line

No paternity, but as I'm turnin' three, I learnt to be

Strong; Pops moved along, and he never returned to me

Thought I'd feel anger for an eternity

I bottled my feelings inside

Where pride is never swallowed

Followed by killers, they ride, fried off of endo

Bustin' off cartridges through your window

Different from the one from my Nintendo

That line shoulda been my intro; this when I started rappin'

Lookin' up to younger thugs with they heart at trappin'

Starter cappin', fly wheels

Thick chicks in high heels tellin' me my skills is sick

I was only eight; slowly, fate took its turn

I'm where hookers earn money, and drugs sell; it ain't hard to tell

[Verse 2]

Check

I went to Peck Elementary, Lessenger, Cody

To graduate, I had to take a semester with homies

Too busy writin', none of my time went into my assignments

Jot a line, as my rhymes' gears maneuver like the Heimlich

Use to ditch class for bitch ass

Picture me a lot shorter, my vocal pitch sound like it switch fast

Young and rebellious, hangin' with failures who L twist

The elders ;see me saggin', that's where my belts is

That's 'round the same time my mother is ill

Collecting mental scars, waitin' for the others to heal

No one saw the vision, everyone's beyond blind

Can't think about finding the meaning of life when tryin' to define mine

I won't pretend it's cool

Was wet behind the ears, so I had to jump in this pool

Graduate and finish school

Niggas was mad that I owned a diploma

They was just sleepin', they shoulda slept 'til they domes in a coma

I'm that bad shorty who been through the land of Berry Gordy

Where the brood of man may have blew a grand, but gained forty

That ain't rich at all; but, hell

I wasn't born with a silver spoon, just a wooden one up on my kitchen wall

Now I rock shows from Cali Groves down to Wichita

Feelin' like I grew ten feet, a couple inches, tall

Just thinkin' back; what was the doubt about my view, sonny?

Now it seems too funny, 'cause even new money

Gets counted out; nobody believed, only ones was Jae Barber – JAE.B Group

Money investments, every day recoup

You thought I'd fail; it ain't hard to tell