All Black (Intro) - Kaleb Mitchell

Let me take you back to 2011, I was all up in the back of the class

Teacher yelling I ain’t paying attention, I was dreaming with a pen and a pad

I was sick and tired of riding the benches, they was never trying to check for

the boy

Now the phonies want a couple favors, tell em that they better have a check for

the boy

Yeah, we ain’t talking business, what we doing?

What’s the purpose of the conversation?

I been at it for like ten years, gotta get it, man I’m tired of waiting

Fiends all up in the e-mail, they been looking for the crack rock

I ain’t whipping out the Pyrex, I been cheffin' off the laptop

I might pull up in that all black, all black looking like I’m Huey Newton

Difference between me and most of these rappers, they rap about it and I really

do it

I really wake up every morning, thank the Lord, and then I get it popping

All these rappers talking like they run the game, but I’ve been lapping suckers

and I’m barely jogging

I was never part of they team, now they tryna' get up on my roster

I been keeping all the kids fed and they want the recipe like Betty Crocker

Lately, I been killing everything, man they really didn’t leave me any option

They was tryna' take me out the picture but now I’m the one that gotta do the

cropping

Say cheese

They been plotting on me since the second grade

Teachers did me dirty, kids would call me nigga

All a sudden, everybody really friendly

How you tryna' play me like I don’t remember?

Yeah, all the days I used to beg 'em just to listen

They say that I changed, they say I’m acting different

I’m so unaffected by your little nonsense

Look at what you done, you went and made a monster

Hold up, what’s your name again?

I think that I forgot it

Mitchell ain’t the coldest, man you so preposterous

I just made another one I feel like DJ Khaled

Tryna' cop my momma something that got zero mileage

All praise to the most high, aye, I ain’t thirsty I could do without your

co-sign, aye

Kept me on the bench so I made my own squad

Hustler’s Ambition like I’m 50 back in 05

They been telling me my time is coming I been patiently waiting,

only got one shot best believe I’mma take it

Every time I hit the booth I’m Barry Bonds at the plate, Michael Jordan from

the free, Michael Phelps with the pace

Hol' up