[Hook]
My heart lives on pages of unfinished songs
I dream to be onstage doing what you say is wrong
F**k everyone that doubts me. I escape with the bong
It's not the game with out me. Make them all look like pawns (x2)
[Verse One: Will Graham]
You fake p**y clowns making money. Think you hard?
But we know who you are. I'll be real 'til I starve
Repping it for my town. Putting it down for real rappers
You can hold the crown, cause I'll be around after
You fail and you give up on everything you work for
S**t, you're probably gonna go back to the work force
While I make raps and eat twenty-two course
While you eat scraps and check for detours
I'll fight these little queers at any given dojo
I hate these f***ing h*mos. and they're rapping slow mo
Ready to get this dough, though. So here's another promo
My name is Will Graham and do it like a hypo
Think that's a typo? Nope but it's alright though
Swag like Pippen and a flow like Michael
Pretend you don't hear it. You were at the recital
I write so many lyrics and my notebook is the bible
[Hook x2]
[Verse Two: Kulprit D]
Kulprit got the hocus pocus. Knock ya socks off
I be in the zone. I'm focused. Never chop soft
Everybody in the city tryna nod off
It's hard to do when I'm blasting my on music in a drop top
Bringing the fire. Never retire. I'm a mastermind of microphones
I'm pretty cut throat. And you?
Can't seem to manage when I damage. Stacking cabbage. Cause the plan is to do what I always do
Ready for action my sk**'s everlasting I'm head of the cla**
In the school of hip-hop
The fact of the matter's the faction I run with will make you question the possible
With your Jaw dropped
I'mma stay on my grind. Each day on my grind
A commence to counting dividends
Get payed overtime. Everything overtime
Cause the fast lane's what I'm living in!
[Hook x2]