DJ K.O. - Ladder of Success lyrics

[Intro] Yes, the game {*echoes*} an*logic Yes, uh Let's make a move "Here we go" [Phonte] It's Phonte and K.O Delivering that new born sh** This verse is a day old So handle with care and keep your hands in the air When I'm on stage Hand in my face, doin' the Yayo Soul seductive if you say so But so productive cause I lay low Back in the days before the laptops and trails n***as had nothin' Now it's cribs and trucks and fam on the pay roll All cause we make the crowd say "Ho" With no tour support or major label backin' I mean without no up front money just back ends Now the check is cut even before the bus back in n***as see me in the magazines like "Tay your verse was Murder Dog" Funny, that's the first time I heard of y'all And that's exactly why this track I put a hurtin' on Until my ungodly flow have converted y'all [Hook: K-Hill] Ayo, we rose from the bottom now we major Look at where we goin' now Look at where we came from Holes in the walls to the sold out palladiums Grow, never fall, stand fall till we ancient bro "C'mon!" And to the fan base we gotta give appreciations To the critics from the magazines and publications To the DJs that spun our jams across the nation Thank you for the loyalty, love and the dedication [Masta Ace] Truthfully, I'm glad some rap fans remember me I read all the letters and e-mails you sendin' me Honestly, the game don't feel like a friend to me It feels more like I'm sleepin' with the enemy Cause payin' dues really feels like a penalty The sh** feels like, a big waste of energy Because cruel is what this rap game has been to me That's why I'm bout to get out Like it's ten to three Every now and then I do have the tendency To treat my injury, and drink a little Hennessy But I don't have an alcohol dependency Some dudes do, from f**in' with this industry That's why a lot of rappers smoke like a chimney The game got 'em sick They tryin' to find a remedy In the meanwhile From now til infinity I'm gonna try to increase my wealth like a Kennedy [Hook] [Wordsworth] My verse is outstandin' Punchline knock you on the canvas Like I'm boxin' in the title bout landin' Keep the crowd standin' Come to see Not for free But dollars, the freestyler that spits without plannin' Sold CDs on the road without scannin' With cheap promoters, arguin' to get my man in Photographers Focus in their Fujis and Canons You see the fans in the background usually standin' Words, Phonte and Ace Give us a stage and dates Explorin', tourin' the states like Amazing Race Talk opening My term and poetry is like a s**m and ovaries Then in turn, you'll learn to grow with me As old as we Get, folks will be Quotin' me Socially discussin' each rhyme And each lines potency My first impression is good I don't need no third But I'm Words I always need a second chance to be heard [Hook] [K-Hill] Today they love me long time Tomorrow, new rapper, new drink New coat tails to latch on New ships to sink The game treat me like I used to treat my old flame The irony Left me with a bad taste, wrinkle my face and iron me Okay that was a bad line And sadly enough, I've been writin' a lot of those lately The fans notice and they start to hate me Damn it, I tarnish my track record That hip hop song made my album a wack record They used to cop my merchandise At my shows Spit my verse, word for word Cult followers knew I was nice But that wasn't enough, I had to take a roll of that dice And cop nothing but a snake eyes and to my surprise I returned home like the prodigal Where n***as rob you Haters do they damn best to abolish you Chickens slobbin' you for nickle bags Swear they trickin' you Mad at them because the game tricked me One song No album About 2:32 Which means somebody owes me twelve more minutes of fame No album About 2:32 Which means somebody owes me twelve more minutes of fame [Hook]