[Verse 1]

I got bigger shoes to fill

You don't think i'll make it, god dammit I will

I'll rap till I get killed

Insane in the brain like Cypress Hill

A Renegade like Eminem

Becoming legendary with the help of a pad and a pen

I will not lose again

Success is my only option, failure's not

You rap 'bout pussy, money and pot, you see that's the rapper Im not

Please get the demons outta my head

Running all over me round my bed

Ima rap till the stage set, the passions gone and wait for my body to rot

I hope this industry will remember me and label me as


[Hook]

Legendary, legendary

I gave this industry all I can be

Till the stage set, till the passions gone, till my eyes shut and my body stops

I will not stop till I get to the top and I'm not hoping for a reserved spot

I'm just hoping for the game to remember my name


[Verse 2]

I ain't here for the money, fancy cars, women or the fame

I'm just here to make myself a name

Hip-Hop is in my blood and Rap is in my veins

I ain't here to play no games

I'm here to save Hip-Hop from what it has became

What happened to spittin' the truth in the booth

What happened to helpin' the troubled and youth

What happened to the raw talent that God gave you to use

You'll never get a deal if you spit that shit, once Pac and B.I.G. died, God gave us Wayne as an excuse

This is what the fuck you can't get by

I don't give a fuck about rappers bragging how they get high

I don't give a fuck about the subjects you use as a selling point to get by

Migos, now I'm talkin' to you, why do you always Rap 'bout Young, Rich, shit, I can't say that

I'm white, you know that I have no permission to say that

Quavo betta call 911, they about to get arrested on stage again and that would be no fun

You don't even have a motherfucking clique, not even a gun

It's like Young Thug having an asthma attack with Bitch Homie you Done

Put Drake in a wheelchair like Degrassi 101

And have Norm Kelly scream all his accolades which he has none

I went 0 to 100 real quick, Meek ya better hide ya bitch before she jumps onto his dick

50 Cent would kill you, on some fuckin' real shit

Diddy, how did you sell out and become French Montana's bitch

Machine Gun Kelly's the only person on your label, that can spit real shit

No disrespect to you Kells, EST is my clique

I'm just wondering, how Puff Daddy become B.I.G. into a little Diddy bitch

Is he 'Ready to Die' or is everything he stated just one big lie

Ciroc boys, or kiss the money, power, respect goodbye

The only real rappers tryin' to make Hip-Hop survive are Eminem, MGK, Hopsin, Jadakiss, DMX, me, and the list is too big why

Cause there is a section labeled, Hip-Hop Alumni

I'm the mothafucka to save the day, Hip Hop Hoo fuckin Ray

I'm Naughty by Nature, that means im here to fuckin' stay

And i'ma Rap until I reach the final breath on my dying day

And become an icon that will have a status of


[Hook]

Legendary, legendary

I gave this industry all I can be

Till the stage set, till the passions gone, till my eyes shut and my body stops

I will not stop till I get to the top and I'm not hoping for a reserved spot

I'm just hoping for the game to remember my name