[Verse]
Trials and tribulations of a young man
Infactuated with the gift to hold his own hand
He never had the support to run his course
And of course, he would rise, devise his own plan
An artist with a heart it's time to author it
He don't need what you're offering, never one to bargain shit
Cuz since his sense to get cents was kicking in
A dream is what he's picturing, who are you to bicker with
Never minding the speculation or when they hating
It's all the time when he's innovating and they be waiting
Cosigning his own efforts, hoping for a little inspiration
The motivation to flow records
Flow wreckless, in due time he'll find
that he was better than most, veteran dosed
There's nothing to tell or have him see now
Cuz the old money got the young boy senile

[Verse]
Now, he's back and the track's so epideral
You couldn't feel him if you wanted, but the boy is thorough
The opposition is in position to take a hit
Role playing, director sayin to take a bit
Let it sink in, only the Lord knows what he thinkin
Each breath blessed when he speakin
Reciting literatures, integers of his sentences
He can't remember shit, he should've written it
His Holy Ghost is improvising his dopeness
He knows he gotta hold it together like close knits
Oh shit, now he got the crowd waitin for the next line
Hoping to hear some more of it
Close to composure, spittin it like he's supposed to
Lookin for closure, leavin him with exposure
But if they never test his rhymes, the rest is fine
Cuz he knows, the only test is time

[Bridge x4]
How you make me do that?
Look what you made me do, I ain't wanna do that (I guess I had to do that)

[Verse]
But as a college student, I guess he had to do it
Kickin knowledge and gettin par with an honors student
Waiting on a pot of gold, taking all that he can hold
But never realized that lies would leave him sold
Man, it's a Cole World, ask Jermaine
He's half your age, but you ain't felt half the pain
So you can listen in & ask his name
It's Jo Jo, I really shouldn't have to say