You gon' remember the name and your gonna remember me
I'm the chosen one, it's only a matter of time before you see
Everything that's here is free
It's courtesy of H.A.L.O Records, they taking care of me
In return? Body everything I touch, reaper
Murder these features
These n***a's watch in amazement, they view is from the bleachers
U.S.C's a lifestyle
I'm talking Urban Stylish Creatures
It's me or them, but either way you gon' hear us in your speakers
All I ever do is grind
Me and you a different kind
Couldn't see you being real, so I must be going blind
Working hard every day, recite this sh** in my mind
Every line til' its second nature, n***a's know I'm getting paper
Keeping away from hater's
Surround myself with n***a's greater, or something to offer
I give it back
I probably ain't got a band, but my bars is worth a stack
Your verse ain't f**ing with my hook, now tell me whats up with that
How long you been doing this, might wanna change your profession
Or just give it to n***a's real, the audience your confession
It's real, all your progression
Anything else leaves question's
n***a's ain't living in 2012
Just gotta be yourself, never fails
But n***a's fake, all facades
Rapping ain't even they job, they keeping up with another life
Living beyond they means, knowing deep down it ain't right
I tip my hat throw a rose tell you n***a's good-night
Dont let me get in my zone
I got a mind of my own
When I'm alone, your girl she pick up the phone
Im stoned and she probably blown
I bet she willing to bone
Different positions, she moan the same we getting it on
Your girl? A certified freak
Blind fold, with the gag; she ain't even tryna speak
She can take it all in
She throw it back against the beat
She make a n***a tippy-toe
Im standing tall, she at her peak
If it's really real, let me feel
If you know how to ride, I'll let you behind the wheel
You gotta move it with sk**
You drinking and you still ain't spill
I'm bout' to pull that a** over
Common Wealth. Trippy Triller, ya heard!