[P. BLACKK]

Got a lot riding on this

I got to make it

Got a lot riding on this

If it's not given to me I gotta take it

Got a lot riding on this

And I could never fake it

[Verse P. Blackk]

I ain't got time for all that shuckin & jivin'

People fronting on me I put that fronting behind them

It's all from my heart and soul

I got soul and heart going off ain't got time for weak rhymin'

I'm going hard

Ain't got time for punchlines

That shit weak

Since I was piss poor, been sending emcees up shits creek

You feel me?

When I was 8, I had sixteens

I was cocky since sixteen

'Cause I was nice since fifteen

Now that's a young age to be stunting on them

But I was rapping about things I couldn't stomach hommie

Like killing folks, and selling drugs and killing hoes

I'm glad my momma found all my rhymes under my clothes

Then one afternoon when I came back from school

At sixteen it's funny what a spanking could do

I stopped cussing

A month later I started bustin'

[Then?] Fly Union, a year later and starting buzzing

Then I dropped come clean with the hommie Wii

Which was at first, for his CD

I lost sight of the fact that god made me to shine

And I really hate the athiest lines so please forgive me

Keep fucking with me

I'm getting in touch with myself and keeping in touch

With those who have been fucking with me, from the beginning

These losers mad 'cause I'm winning

And I'm taking all my close ones with me

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[Verse P. Blackk]

I'm kind of shy, don't take my shyness for rudeness

Because when y'all show love that's more reason to do this

And I does this, it's not 'cause I have to

It's 'cause I'm glad to

I swear music be like fast food

I'm take my time the righteous path in front of me

And I was born to shine

My stars are aligned

Don't make rapper fat food my mind is only mine

And no one else can possess it

And if I'm not saying what's on it

That's like taboo

I give my life away for [dees?] if I had to

I'm allergic to peanuts, almonds and cashews

Suckers, busters, hoes saying they know me

I don't know you mother fuckers

Niggas saying they know me

I don't know you mother fuckers

As far as I'm concerned ya'll some blood suckers

Who you trying to be? I'm trying to be myself and only me

So you phony to me

I ain't no pimp, I ain't no player I ain't indie

I ain't major

I ain't stuck on keeping it too 'G'

I tell you what I am; I'm a man who that can fall where I stand

Living with the decisions I maybe and maybe

That'll hurt me in the long run

But at least I got to do what I want

And I wouldn't do it different

Nigga, are you hearing or are you listening?

There's a difference

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