Lex Lavo - Humble Beginnings
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(Intro: Lex Lavo)
Yeah
It’s crazy cause
It took me 33 years
To realize the true meaning
Of this life shit
I guess it’s fitting to call it
My Jesus year
I’m feeling reborn
The irony
{Verse 1: Lex Lavo}
Some of yall rich with money
But I’m rich in spirit
Shit is self explanatory
Fuck the metaphors and lyrics
And I ain’t need 5 tracks
To explain my wisdom
Who needs a platinum plaque
We considered all winners
You wana know why I ain’t make it yet
Cause I’m rapping truth
To an unhealed world
Who can’t feel me yet
It’s like I’m talking to the wall
It’s frustrating fam
Tryna give yall game
But yall say
Yall don’t relate to that
Youngest latin rappеr alive
Spittin at this level
Hеctor Lavoe running
Through these vessels
The last Boris they let in
Was Pun & Joe
That was over 2 decades
That’s all I need to know hmm yeah
Homie sound black when he rap
I used to hear that
Now they looking down
When we dap
I guess they fear that
They talking real rappers is back
I love to hear that
Cause this new generation
Gave me headaches
Pass the tylenol
Labels don’t know what to do with him
Yeah he got an image
Gotta marketable pseudonym
He could structure music
Could appeal to the masses
Guess it’s cause I ain’t banging
Or making bops to shake their asses
So I’m like fuck it
We independent it
Like skate trucks
Used to grave yard shifts
Them zombies paid us
Like Gianis late to practice
Yeah I got late bucks
The trap was so traumatic
Therapy couldn’t change us
I come from humble beginnings
Open containers lobby loiterer hearings
Beat walkers sucking dick
To meet a quota
Wait till they spin the block
We bumping the take over
This our shit
The Ignorance
In itself with that statement
Instead of buying back the block
Stupidity was blatant
Learned through trial & error
Now I’m feeling amazing
Harsh realities
Embraced them
For the love of paper chasing
Im from the Mecca
Of music, fashion, Manteca
Think y’all forgot who
Put Y’all on to weppa
Y’all wasn’t there
And it shows
I ain’t here to expose
You saying you was outside
Well I suppose
I came up off an onion
You doing nothing
You Doug funny
Your whole city saying you bluffin
Think you fucking with me
Better go that way or something
Bunch of losers
Saying we cousins
You fronting
But it’s nothing
Truth be told
I’m cut from the same mold
Of the realest that ever flowed
I ain’t never selling my soul
The ones that graced this mic
I swear that I’ll never fold
I promise this for my Boris
This shit written in stone
I’m gone
{Outro: Lex Lavo}
I really had to learn through trial and error
No direction
No guidance
No male role Model
We gotta shift the narrative
And it starts with ourselves
Till next time
Lavo man
I’m out
Yeah
It’s crazy cause
It took me 33 years
To realize the true meaning
Of this life shit
I guess it’s fitting to call it
My Jesus year
I’m feeling reborn
The irony
{Verse 1: Lex Lavo}
Some of yall rich with money
But I’m rich in spirit
Shit is self explanatory
Fuck the metaphors and lyrics
And I ain’t need 5 tracks
To explain my wisdom
Who needs a platinum plaque
We considered all winners
You wana know why I ain’t make it yet
Cause I’m rapping truth
To an unhealed world
Who can’t feel me yet
It’s like I’m talking to the wall
It’s frustrating fam
Tryna give yall game
But yall say
Yall don’t relate to that
Youngest latin rappеr alive
Spittin at this level
Hеctor Lavoe running
Through these vessels
The last Boris they let in
Was Pun & Joe
That was over 2 decades
That’s all I need to know hmm yeah
Homie sound black when he rap
I used to hear that
Now they looking down
When we dap
I guess they fear that
They talking real rappers is back
I love to hear that
Cause this new generation
Gave me headaches
Pass the tylenol
Labels don’t know what to do with him
Yeah he got an image
Gotta marketable pseudonym
He could structure music
Could appeal to the masses
Guess it’s cause I ain’t banging
Or making bops to shake their asses
So I’m like fuck it
We independent it
Like skate trucks
Used to grave yard shifts
Them zombies paid us
Like Gianis late to practice
Yeah I got late bucks
The trap was so traumatic
Therapy couldn’t change us
I come from humble beginnings
Open containers lobby loiterer hearings
Beat walkers sucking dick
To meet a quota
Wait till they spin the block
We bumping the take over
This our shit
The Ignorance
In itself with that statement
Instead of buying back the block
Stupidity was blatant
Learned through trial & error
Now I’m feeling amazing
Harsh realities
Embraced them
For the love of paper chasing
Im from the Mecca
Of music, fashion, Manteca
Think y’all forgot who
Put Y’all on to weppa
Y’all wasn’t there
And it shows
I ain’t here to expose
You saying you was outside
Well I suppose
I came up off an onion
You doing nothing
You Doug funny
Your whole city saying you bluffin
Think you fucking with me
Better go that way or something
Bunch of losers
Saying we cousins
You fronting
But it’s nothing
Truth be told
I’m cut from the same mold
Of the realest that ever flowed
I ain’t never selling my soul
The ones that graced this mic
I swear that I’ll never fold
I promise this for my Boris
This shit written in stone
I’m gone
{Outro: Lex Lavo}
I really had to learn through trial and error
No direction
No guidance
No male role Model
We gotta shift the narrative
And it starts with ourselves
Till next time
Lavo man
I’m out
