[Verse 1]

Ayo, Back up in the one two four one two

Wish I had a dollar for all the honeys I’ve run through

Then I’d have like 12 dollars up in pocket, I’m blowing

Up like rocket I ain’t gon’ stop ’til there's profit, all

These major label rappers never leaving me satisfied

So that is why I doubt I’ll ever get my name ratified

I’d rather pride myself on work instead of statistics

I guess I’ve always had a knack for working linguistics

I tackle tracks like quarterbacks, my mind is a hit stick

The flow is sweet I’m lyrically pouring a mystic

I never was concerned with coming off altruistic

Until a honey said my rhymes were unrealistic

Well, always been honest ‘bout myself I never came coy

Fishing for compliments has always been a lame ploy

These players all are playing on the same toy

It took losing my mind to win the game boy

Amnesiac but never been a greedy cat

I free my range up on the beat, you’re completely whack

And it gets all up into your beef, so don’t feed me that

The food of champions is all I eat, where the Wheaties at?

Classic, spit quick and spastic I’m matchless

My tactics split stretch and flip like gymnastics

Elastic wrappers are getting stuck to crust

Making it is a must, and I feel that I’m on the cusp of greatness

[Hook]

I’ve been waiting for so long to prove it

I put everything into the music

I'll give my money for you

I’ll send the money order

I’ll trek through muddy waters

I'll give it all, baby oh

[Verse 2]

And yes I got it like that

Threw the boomerang of karma then I got it right back

In fact I find hospitality inside serenity

Words are what you pay for, the flow's just an amenity

Half of hip hop is rappers spitting out obscenities

The other half is rappers lacking in lyrical tendencies

I don’t need no enemies, just trying to further my mind

You need shades for my shine, I’m walking down a fine line

I came from mistakes to mix tapes ma'

When I kick it they gon’ flip it like it’s grip tape ma’

Ain’t no need for spittin’ twice it’s all on this take ma’

Perfect batter master when I mix up this cake ma’

Now check it, like you ain’t going for the puck no more

Never stutter with my butter flow but you're so so

So let it sizzle in the pan, you’re witnessing the making of the man

The world is spinning right inside my hand

[Hook]

I’ve been waiting for so long to prove it

I put everything into the music

I'll give my money for you

I’ll send the money order

I’ll trek through muddy waters

I'll give it all, baby oh

[Outro 1]

Chetty C, yeah we got it like that

Shout out to Pauly C, yeah we got it like that

Shout out to Danny B, yeah we got it like that

That's the ol' family, yeah we got it like that

Ayo, Benny Lay Pipe, yeah we got it like that

Finn, Sam, Jay, Mike yeah we got it like

Cody, Corey, GJ we always had it like that

We always had it like that, we never giving shit back

[Outro 2]

You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they wanna tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period