Verse 1:
Yo it's your boy ROC and I got rhymes for days, bringing raps that are fresher than a new pair of J's. Don't believe in bad luck, so I'm walking under ladders, and going over the limit like my cell phone data. This is my life I'm living it my way, I don't really care what anybody else has to say. Cuz if I live for their approval, I'll die from their rejection, so I keep my flow on point like a needle for injection. I thank God, for giving me the sk**, cuz without it, my life would probably go down hill. I ain't good at sports, my IQ ain't 400, but this hip hop stuff, since age 7, I've always loved it. Whether it's written or off the top of the head, I'll be spreading the gospel until the day I drop dead. So you can keep your cash and your fancy cars. I'll be up in this booth, spitting them dope bars