[Intro]
Mic Check one, two, one, two, check
Mic Check one, two, one, two, check
How my mic sound? Aight we good?
Aight lets do it
I woke up twenty on my born day, I'm guessing it's blessing
Repressing the stressing that had sentenced my adolescence
Now when I rap a sentence, other rapper's presence cut in half like pensions
Watch me smack you reckless, all of lyrical nasty weapons
That real hip-hop I breathe it, believe it, I eat, sleep, and dream it
Shout out to the haters that be giving me road blocks
But I'm gone and I'm going fast and I'm making no stops
Shout out to the fans that be giving me more props
This young crazy ba*tard that grew up with no pops
No sisters, no brothers, just me and one mother
Kicked out at seventeen, so I started selling weed
But I ain't tryna live this life no more
I'm gonna be tarring up the mic until my mic so torn
A phsyco's born inside of my mind, whenever I'm spitting rhymes
Start with nickels get to dimes, multiply like fifty times
Look what I created, a little foundation
And we started at the bottom and all of these clowns hating
I'm anxious my heart pounds racing
Cause me and my dogs be spitting fire man it's like we Dalmatians
You say I'm whack because you all s**
And you see we making moves like a U-Hall truck
Look I have acquired the ability to inspire
Got them rolling just like tires, now I'm expanding just like wires
Goddam it it's fire, you know what I'm cooking up
Middle fingers to haters I know they shook as f**
Cause I'm just tryna get low [No!]
Tryna get high [Yeah!]
Tryna get dough [Dough!]
Tryna get by [By!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]
I said I'm tryna get low [No!]
Tryna get high [Yeah!]
Tryna get dough [Dough!]
Tryna get by [By!]
One thing I know, is I'm gone survive [Vive!]
I said one thing I know, is I'm gone survive yeah! [Vive!]
[Outro]
This for hip-hop, hip-hop
This for 93'
Until infinity!
It's Get Cree till my last breathe!