The Process (Intro) Video (MV)

Free your mind
Free your mind

Never cared about a hater that ever doubted the process
Thought I'd never have a thing
Now take a look inside my closet
Only thing bigger than my ego is my mother f*ckin' wallet
If you think a nigga lyin' take a look inside my pocket
I been workin', I been writin'
Shit became more than a hobby
Been creative with my shit, how could you ever try to copy?
Say "what's up" but on the low I know you keep on hatin' on me
Don't even mention me online
Keep that fake love shit from round me
If you smokin' like I'm smokin'
Then you smokin' on that pack
You ain't comin' with them flavors
Don't even match up with that sack
Respect and creativity
Those just two things that you lack
Can't even throw dirt on my name
My whole city's got my back

And it's just like a high
And i can not see the ground
They keep on askin' me "why?"
But i can not tell them now
And I know why, And I know why
Can not tell them now, Can not make a sound
And I know why, And I know why
Can not tell them now, Can not make a sound

Oh, ohh, ohh ohhh
Oh, ohh, ohh ohhh