First I get outta bed and take a shower
im writing to devour lyrics
Putting in hours to gain the power

All the talk about it dying
I'm reviving the hip hop
Its boring youre conforming

Keep on tryin to get hot
I'm puttin in the work
all my verses got you thinking I'm bizirk

I'm writing so much till my fingers start to hurt
Bloody and everybody suddenly is gunna learn
With no concern it's incredible the lines coming out my mind piece

Im Taking rap back to the 90s where you find me
found out making jams is a good source of therapy
Gunna be the best Yet you rarely even hearing me

Apparently a diamond in the rough,
I'm climbing to the sky, past the ceiling but its tough
They had a bounty ona beat,

I put it out its misery
Now everybody telling me I never should give up
So this is for family tree

I know you thinking damn he clean
But this is the dirtiest I've felt in many of months
I'm driven like a civic, reliable with gas

You really would be trippin
You don't listen to my raps
I gotta bigger vision then anything selling in the industry

Just pay attention you don't have to kiss my $$#
I got the flow for days, maybe even weeks
Months years decades, n homie it ain't coming cheap

How many modern day poets flowing like I'm always goin
pursuing the music and never hitting on the brakes
Ill wait..yea thats what I thought

But anyway its just a different day and age
and now im comin with the rage
I gotta lotta feelings built up nd im filling up the page

with only realness..
Yo you feel this?


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Whys it always gotta be this way?
Im ona mission just to change the way you really think about hip hop

Whys it always gotta be this way?
Im ona mission just to change the way you really think about hip hop


Verse 2
i knew i had to make it more than a hobby
be on tour when you find me in the stores you will buy me

they tell its a hard route to take
it only makes it more intriguing gotta be the mc that you looking up at
people wanna change me, i look at'm crazy

preparation daily wont ever see me waiting
for something coming thats isn't coming, you gotta work for it
grandma said hurts don't it; gotta make it perfect homie

know i gotta lotto hours still i gotta put in
but now i got you shook & gradually everyone looking
whats cooking

just some vocals in a pot n look i got some pot
so throw in a heavy beat n now its hot
cuz yo im striving for my top thats probably where you'll find me

i push that inspirational im talking about my mommy
im talking bout my father who never bother to call,
i remember spending time more time with him when i could barely crawl; thats all


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Verse 3
and i guess the stress is a little lightened
i wanna keep on getting better remember the titans

im taking it to the championship and yea im mixed
i bet they thinking homie damn he da %#@!, but im the piss
i didn't pop out in the world, with all the right ideas

but thats whats makes me human with all the beats im consuming
not an illusion or flute n this is only the beginning
im grinning from knowing soon enough im gunna be winning

all the doubters and haters will play this understand when i say this
ima youngin with a dream to be reason that we make it
it all started with some poetry, and flourished into rap
i was hopin that you noticed me but it was crap
n at this point in my life, i could really care less

at best im reppin west with my homes until the death
put me in my coffin with a couple roses
fitted in the suit, leave my loot with my close ones..

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