[Chorus]

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music

[Verse 1]

See, I was sixteen, three hundred and sixty three days old

When this story that I'm about to tell unfolds

A hard headed youngin' thugging just a little bit

Robbing people for the guap, hitting licks and stealing shit

Yeah, we was wild when this son was into gun play

But I knew karma would catch up with us one day

So when I would rob

Man, I'm going bankrupt, ran up on them, hit 'em

Grabbed his wallet and then we ran off

Ran off a few blocks before I lose steam

Wishing I didn't quit the hoop team

Because then I would be able to run

Without running out of breath

We ran three blocks then we turned and make a left

Said, "Chill bruh we good" till my heart skipped a beat

And that's when I looked

And seen police rolling down the street

Tried to run but they got us

I knew it was a wrap after that

Sitting in the cop car, hands cuffed behind my back

Knew I wasn't coming back for a minute

That meant I wouldn't kick it

But above it all, that rap shit was finished

At least for a minute, but to take up time

I would sit inside my cell, chill, and make up rhymes

Banging beats on the wall

And I battled some cats

They like, "Damn bruhs white but he go at it with raps"

But couldn't wait to come home

Because for the first time I knew what exactly I wanted to do

[Chorus]

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music

[Verse 2]

See some people call it luck

And then some people call it patience

This is what I call a product of authentic dedication

I give my heart to music and I give my life to it

So if they hate, I'm charging right

Through it, I knew it all along

Till then everything I dreamed about would happen

Build a future, have the music, but I'm doing it with this rapping

And beats that I'm making, crossing fingers that I make it

'Cause nobody owes you shit

So you gotta go and take it

See, my foots on the pedal

I'll never ever stop, 'cause just because I get signed

Doesn't mean I made it to the top

But I do it for the love, so there's nothing you can tell me

I'll never see defeat just like I got a big belly

And I got that from fifth, props to him, man, he already

But since we on the topic of the folks that have helped me

Give props where they due, P O J B A B two

Serious, but most of all, y'all the fans, I thank you

[Chorus]

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

Because Hip Hop is all I have

Through the good and through the bad

And all I got is paper on this pad

So hope for a chance

Grinding, trying to get my goals accomplished

Because nothing in this world is ever promised

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music all day

All I want to do is make music