[Intro] Yeah… Yeah…(x3) [Verse 1: Izee] Yo, picture it: It's 2 am and its pitch black In a bedroom in New Jersey Wondering why you want it all this bad Till you get mad at yourself for not being more grateful and humble But if nobody knows your thoughts Then you'd never get in trouble And that little thought morphs Into this good enough reason For you to keep dreaming the dream your parents don't believe in Then you breathe in Hold it Remember this feeling As you promise yourself that nobody's gonna stop you from succeeding Glaring towards the ceiling hot tears scorching your face Ironically, blurring the vision of your darkened landscape There's a white glow from your stomach You recognize the blind rage That you know what you want But don't know what it takes But you and I both know that that doesn't really matter Cuz with the years you have left your writing the rest of your own chapters So you take out your iPhone and you open up the notes As you begin to write this verse and a chorus that goes: [Chorus x2] Said I am gonna make it Said I don't really care what people say I'm gonna make it And if you got a problem with it homie you can take it outside Cuz you ain't gonna waste my time Its my Universe [Verse 2: Buck] Picture it: 2:38am In a smoked out room in New Jersey You just got back from work, and you just got paid Plus your closest friends are home, now everything is blurry Then you have those talks Long talks, late night over that liquor (uh) Diagrams, what we're dying for, does really mean we get richer? Spill your drink and your soul simultaneously, go figure Then you hear what you needed to and the picture frame gets bigger (It's Alright) Clarity in a world wind (It Feels Good) You're far out but you thrown in (You do you) Hard work, have you zoned in cuz every girl you meet now is engaged or has a boyfriend (Like that's really gonna stop me) Never cautious fully nauseous you lay still The room spins but the truth is it's how they feel You get it out just so we can stay real You take out your iPhone open notes begin to write a verse with a chorus that goes: [Chorus x2] Said I am gonna make it Said I don't really care what people say I'm gonna make it And if you got a problem with it homie you can take it outside Cuz you ain't gonna waste my time Its my Universe