G Jones - Scared Stupid lyrics

[Intro] Let's get movin' [Verse 1: G Jones] Ever since Shwig, the local king Took him under his wing He thought he could be big like B.I.G So he put soul into everything he wrote for a hit Wanted to be the next Dusting for Prints Do some tracks for Tuna Fish (you wish) And get daps for writing his script And spitting his lip So did, he did what he had to do To find the big city, and find a homie to produce Spread his groove, made people move That's the progression of tunes He loved who he listened to And made his own style to bring to the booth Hoping that his stories would be enough To erupt some sort of audience Digging his love and loving his stuff Bumping his thoughts, true or corrupt So with the beat on hype and his vocals turned up It was just him and the mic on the journey to the top, non stop [Hook] Well ever since say one, I've been scared stupid (Day one, scared stupid) Thinking if I give it all am I gonna lose it? (Give it all and get nothing in return) Is the fall really worth all the bruising? (Beats, cuts, scars are forever) I'm scared stupid [Verse 2: G Jones] And that was it, his mind was set With his girl at his side, and his rhymes in his head Cast everything else to the wind And dug up every penny he saved since he was a kid Didn't see none of his homies for months on end Only spoke to his producer, fresh and k** on the pen Gave up shows he would've given anything to go to But he cherished the sacrifice, knew it'd hold true He said Can't afford to see those rappers Because I'm spending cash so I can meet those rappers So I can sit down and roll cheech in wrappers Write some rhymes and rip beats with those rappers He was giving it all, it was was his choice to choose All for the reward of seeing people move Any self-doubt, he remembered The Roots "Even a three-legged dog still got three good legs to lose" [Hook] [Verse 3: G Jones] First visit, got a wicked beat Saw a magician at work on the NPC Took the bus home, with the track on repeat Fulfilling his dream, he was back in a couple of weeks One track down, working on the next three, right Mixed up recording dates, got drunk that night Got his a** out of the gutter and back to work Showed his girl to the mic, she sang soul and hurt Rolled down to Toronto with Karalee Clerk Six tracks done, seven n' eight ready to blurt Bringing his track Smoke back from the dead Screwed up his head Brought back some demons he was hoping to forget And here I am, scared stupid, just me and the booth k**s and the Millaz chilling in the next room Spitting the last two tracks, I can't believe I made it through Old news to me, Get Movin' is new to you Not day one, still scared stupid Last day, and scared stupid I already gave it all, I ain't lost nothing It's a reflection of soul I bring my tracks to you, so listen close G Jones, here's my music It'll scare you stupid