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!