[INTO: Eminem quote]
"Anybody can anything they set their mind to
It depends on how bad you want it."
[VERSE 1]
I'ma crash all internet servers
Yeah I walk on waves, and I kick surfers
Serve me like a servant I need connection maybe this time I'll get service
You serve no purpose like a b**h at a party shirtless
This is so hot like two shorties squirting, In each other's mouths
At her momma's house
Oh I've been a nut since the first time I beat one out
Five star restaurants where I need to be when I'm eating out
Cheech and Chong lifestyle
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Getting married to the game just exchanged my vows
Rolling up Peach White Owls
Up late like night owls
Lets have a meeting like right now
I want seven figures, that's something you should right down
I'm sky high so you know you out my sight now
I want a nice car, in my damn garage
Dreams that we'll live, ain't no mirage
If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas
Oh I'm k**ing in my blood line, Greek Gods
All this past time, nothing but practice
I'ma have a five star tape, on DatPiff
Look up Greek mythology I feel like Atlas
Smoking mad spliffs, with a bad chick
Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg!
Don't ever try to stop me, or you can s** my dad's dick!
[Hook]
Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone
Till I crack your back and bones
Bomb your crib and blast your home
You got sk**, that's why them labels leave your a** alone
Don't think you can run b**h I'll track your phone
I don't k** people best believe I'll crack your dome
Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll
Your career going straight in the toilet bowl
I murder tracks, bullet in the skull
[VERSE 2]
I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me
Please retire like Charles Barkley
I'm focused like when JAY-Z was stuck in Marcy
I've been stuck in Hell since I felt my heart beat
I do it for the love of music all that bullsh** on the radio is stupid
I'ma get rich watch me do it
Working all week for them sh**ty pay checks
My CD dope I swear to God when you buy where gloves out of latex
Smoking blunts after great s**
Plotting on dreams where the escape next
Well I got million dollar rap journals
With knowledge above you like crop circles
I'ma stack this green and smoke the bud that's purple
Pissing on careers like urinals
RIP to Big L and ODB and 2Pac and BIG
And all the other OGs
I will shock and chill with, and blow OZs
[Hook]
Don't get jazzy on me, I'll beat you with a saxophone
Till I crack your back and bones
Bomb your crib and blast your home
You got sk**, that's why them labels leave your a** alone
Don't think you can run b**h I'll track your phone
I don't k** people best believe I'll crack your dome
Rappers softer than a toilet paper roll
Your career going straight in the toilet bowl
I murder tracks, bullet in the skull
Once I'm on the radio I know you'll be mad pissed, dawg!
Don't ever try to stop me, or you can s** my dad's dick
I'm a ticking time bomb, you don't want to start me
If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas
Oh I'm k**ing in my blood line, Greek Gods
If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas
If I ever get a Grammy give that sh** to Nas
[OUTRO]
"Stay focused man, sky's the limit go all the way you know what I mean like, there's a lot of s**ers in every industry but you know do what you got to do and research the game. Who's making- who has the power in radio? Who has the power? Get next to them or become them."