[Verse 1]
I'm on the come up, working til the sun up
Paying back student loans so I gotta get my funds up;
Graduated and I got that piece of paper
Now to make it with this rap before I meet my maker;
So I
Pray
Hands together, hope He's listening
Life can be a b*tch, but man I ain't tripping:
So I pay my dues, started out a fan but I always had dreams of being the f*cking man;
For the crowds I'm rapping, everybody clapping
When my CD hits the shelves, they'll be ripping off the packing;
Play my songs, recite my verses
I hope that we connect like I wrote it all in cursive;
First mixtape, no time for mistakes
I put the date back again, man it's a f*cking p*sstake;
But I guess it takes time to be this great
Give me a some time and you'll hear them hits mate;
I ain't bout that street life, never been a street guy
I wanted this rap life since I was knee high;
Working overtime, just to be the guy
A fly boy rapping lord knows that I define;
Ugh, you better know it
But I ain't taking chances so on every song I show it;
Every time they listening my fan base growing
On my Al-Qaeda sh*t, kid I'm about to blow and;
I'm about to show, everybody who slept on me
I ain't gonna rest, not until I am the best homie;
I just want the cheques, make a milli for my mother, one ain't enough, I'ma need another;
I'm a need few, put my brother through school, I'm trying to see my Dad retire kinda soon;
So I
Work OD, that's all I know g
Trying to get the accolades, plaques with the gold piece;
This the come up, and you know it's necessary
Rookie of the year, in 5 years I'll be legendary;
In 10 years, I hope they'll crown me the king
Thought about it now so it's tatted on my skin;
So the ink in my veins and the thoughts in my brain
So I put it all on this song that you're playing;
Let me just say, thank you all for listening
Trying to give my fam a milli each, no dividends;
Every track I'm on, best believe that I'll be killing it
One thing's for sure this song ain't no different;