My Day

This is my day You could say I'm independent

Twenty years later and i still rock the gold pendant

Parents overseas haven't seen them since X-mas

No guarantees but i'm moving back to Texas

With my degrees two rings and my precious

The goal is to see the whole city from my Terrace

White terrorists trying to take away my freedom

Makin history its not a mystery how i ended in a museum

I'm tryna reach the places where I'm not known

one vision in mind call me a cyclone that can't be cloned

I blow away the audience recording operas singing arias

Telling lies I've been chillin with the mafias

Time is slipping through the hourglass as i write another paragraph

Working hard so my signature becomes my autograph

Being rich is not about how much you have

but how much you give lemme call my genie to come grant you another wish