Lyrics
Verse 1-
Whats up world, yeah I know its been a long time,
But I been runnin, tryna make it to the finish line,
Tryna get it in and get up out this life of crime,
and it gets hard when you ain't got nobody by your side,
you just gotta keep on moving, stay on your grind,
keep an open mind cause ain't nobody helping you,
you're on your own, gotta find a way to make it through,
life is rough, and I can tell that to ya first hand,
Cause I've been through it all, fighting since my birth man,
stick and move, throwin punches like I'm Mike Tyson,
and Imma put this work in until the dark brightens,
thats a promise, y'all can go ahead and hold me to it,
no matter what this life brings, Imma make it through it,
and Imma tell it like it is with my f*** ing music,
Im out to prove Im the best, so just watch me do it,
(HooK)
Verse 2-
This art I'm makin' is worth more than any artifact,
This flow is cardiac, never quit, heart attack,
Bottom's where I started at, I ain't goin back,
All I need is pen and paper, bang, its a wrap,
Annihalate the competition homie, thats a fact,
These corny rappers need to find where there place is,
I'm about to have em' tied up in the basement, enslavement,
Engrave my name into the pavement, up in Hollywood,
I got this sh** bro, yeah you know I'm good,
Lovin' this flow, yeah I know you would,
So give it up, I get respect just like I know I should,
Changed my lifestyle, finally livin' life now,
Im all smiles and you know the kid's still wild,
Spittin fire, boy I'm hot- yeah f*** mild,
And all these haters are just wishing that they’re me now.
(Hook)
Verse 3-
Heed this warning, cause I'm comin' in hot now,
I ain't ringin' shots out, but I'm still hostile,
And I'm bout to shut your motherf*** ing shop down,
Wack rappers should be fightin' for their lifestyle,
The girlies used to snub, now they're showin' all love,
Ya'll can hate me all ya want cause I dont give a f*** ,
Forget report cards, all I want are sports cars,
My past is tatted on my skin and I can show scars,
Hold up a second- Pause - alright I'm back now,
Sometimes my thoughts just get so jaded from the black clouds,
But f*** my background, I'm where I'm at now,
This wicked rap style is gonna bring a cash cow,
So until I'm in that money, doing laps round,
Imma keep on killin' beats and never back down.
