Yesssssss!
Ahahaha...
I feel good, man!


[Hook:]
Life, pain

Stress, Success
You could $#&@ all these hoes till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living

Life, pain
Stress, Success
You could mack all these broads till you count these chips

No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living

[Verse 1:]

Float like a butterfly, no I ain't the greatest yet
But God damn it I'm following his footsteps
But big shoes to fill

And big homie E told me just get 'em and make moves to kill
And show no mercy, no hundred yards
No rims, just fists, no mask, no jerseys

Four corners with yellow ropes all around
Referees in blue, who's next to go down
Count 1, 2 and homie can't get up

Somebody tore his %#@! up, his trainer's all fed up
I'm better, I swear I train hard for this moment
Life in the slums got me feeling dry when it's pouring yeah

I water proof rain, I can't feel pain,
I train hard so I'm solid like a steel frame
I'm tryna go from Foot Locker

To the next Mr. Michael Shoemacher, feel me!

[Hook:]

Life, pain
Stress, Success
You could $#&@ all these hoes till you count these chips

No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living
Life, pain
Stress, Success

You could mack all these broads till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living


[Verse 2:]
Life to the fullest, but this is round two
Just, bob and weave and let it move around you, damn

But naw $#&@ it, just go for the kill
And punch straight through it, these ^!$$%s straight foolish
Thinking life is amusing, party and bull%#@!

Hoes, games, and liquor, a tough kid to figure, but
I'm highly driven when it comes to bagging dinners
I'd open up a store and let the public shop for me

I'm through with sob stories, I'm chasing high glory
High rise presidential, two nine stories
Up 18 floors, but this is round seven

Eleven foot reach, life's got me roped up but I
Jab and hit, I move and stick
Like what else you got for me you ain't proving %#@!

I'm a regular dude, and I ain't moving bricks
I ain't pulling tricks, just a bad mother$#&@er living


[Hook:]
Life, pain
Stress, Success

You could $#&@ all these hoes till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living
Life, pain

Stress, Success
You could mack all these broads till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living


[Verse 3:]
It's the final countdown but I ain't Rocky Balboa

I'm just a black ^!$$% who the world doesn't know of
I could open up doors, and free my people
Or wait till the end where there is no sequel, huh

And it's illegal for me to take jabs
And not make something of myself perpetrating death
^!$$%s walk around like lost souls
But I'm a tough pro, I got a strike like Russ Crowe
Jim Braddock himself, Joe Lewis living life foolish

Naw I'm fighting for belts
And I'm fighting for pride, this is 1988 Mike Tyson
Ain't no way we could tie, yeah
Like the ring indeed, in the streets we bleed
^!$$%s die the same way as Apollo Creed, damn

Too many shots to the head
Difference is here, these ropes ain't red, holla!

[Hook:]
Life, pain

Stress, Success
You could $#&@ all these hoes till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living
Life, pain
Stress, Success

You could mack all these broads till you count these chips
No, the world wouldn't give a %#@!, big dog you living