[Verse: Musa Reems]

I seen accidents on the road to riches, niggas lacking drive

They need to stay in they lane oh you don't believe me B?

They want to be me I heard your favorite rapper's CD

And it was garbage even their third eye couldn't see me, yo

Even if a rapper had the flu he ain't as ill as me

I never flex but I'm what these rappers wish to be

They brag about cash and guns but ain't as real as me

I'm balling in the majors while these peewees just some Little Leagues, yo

I been balling you more like Adam Morrison

You not as cold as him these niggas weak but y'all supporting 'em

I'm known all over from my hood to y'all borough

Popping all that shit will get you smoked like a Malboro, so

Acknowledge it please quit it with the politics

You posers couldn't walk a single day up in these moccasons

More lames ass dudes frontin and steady poppin’ shit

When it come to getting cheese you boys is lactose-intolerant, look

I got all these body bags adding up

Where The Sun Never Rises coming so mark your calendars uh

These rap niggas just some bottom-feeding scavengers

I got drive so you better dodge if you a challenger, look

It's no question I'm the bomb sparker

I only rap if the price is right like Bob Barker, nigga

These rappers think they next I think that’s funny

I'm well connected punk even my father couldn't son me, motherfucker

[Chorus: Amare Symoné & Musa Reems]

If it's in the dark then it'll come to the light

If it's in the dark then it'll come to the light

If it's in the dark then it'll come to the light

If it's in the dark then it'll come to the light