Ladies and gentlemen, I'm glad that you could make it out

It's kinda funny how this whole thing came about

I got some shit on my mind it's time to break it out

So grab a seat and pay attention to what I'm sayin’ now

You know the deal, mic check, 1, 2

This shit'll never be the same soon I come through

Because I’m gunnin' for respect it's a must that I get it

So I'mma kill it from the 1st to the 14th minute

Uhh, 300 Bars had to triple up a Benjamin

I got em’ feelin’ my shit they like "let 'em in"

I pedaled in, gripped up the mic

Now the rest locked out like a dick to a dike

You're fucking right I gotta stay in my zone

Like what's a heaven to you? Cause I'm creatin' my own

Ya see, I'm proud to be a fuck up and I'm makin' it known

Because that shit is straight infected in my veins and my bones (Ya know?!)

I'll let you hear these wild thoughts that I wrote down

Cause I've been up for days feeling like I'm coked out

I never slow it down, push it to the limit man

How could I give a fuck if I don't even give a damn?

I'm just a man I ain't claiming that I'm perfect

I'm a fucking low life rhymin' til I'm burstin'

Cause I'm an underdog soon about to levitate

And kill it until they callin' me a hip hop heavy-weight

You in the presence of a mother fuckin' defect

Contaminated with a curse as a reject

I'm mixing pills while I'm chugging down a full bottle

Why the fuck you think they callin’ me a Role Model??

Its Rama mothafucka, I know you heard my name

If someone killed ya city I'm the one you turn to blame

Cause every time I come around you know it's sure to rain

So check the weather for this mid-west hurricane

I'm rhymin' a lot and I'm coming to rock

I know these times are tough but, really.. when are they not?

Now you could find me running right up to that number one spot

Cause I mean it when I said this shit is all that I got

I'm hot.. but still you know my flow is cold

And yeah I came a long way but there’s more to grow

It’s time to blow, these motherfuckers shaking when I'm going in

Then they try to stop me, shit… like "here we go again.."

But go ahead, ain't a way that you could hold me down

I'll leave you on the ground looking like a fuckin' clown

You fuck around while I'm in it to win it

So take a look, you see that throne? In a year I'm gon' be sittin' in it

I’m sick of everything, I’m living through an epidemic

A fucking drop out but rappin' is my academic

I came to wreck it now my future looking beautiful

Cause I ain't tryna work a 9 to 5 in a cubicle (Fuck that)

That's real shit and it’s a pretty simple conversation

I've got one life and I don’t really wanna’ waste it

And to be honest there’s alotta big shit I'm chasin’

If you a new fan, Welcome to the Rama Nation

This shit has got me going off the wall

I used have the positive thoughts but lost them all

But still I'm on a fucking mission I don’t pause or stall

I keep it moving cause I can't afford the cost to fall

Uh, Now you could you say that I'm a magical man

I'm grabbin’ a crayon to scribble up a radical plan

And oh yeah, You're damn right I'm breaking out the cage

Come and take a deeper look as we turn the page

This life's a trick, I'm lovin’ the treat

People lookin’ at me crazy, but it's nothing to me

You should see their fuckin' faces when I rock it live

I'm turning heads like Ill Mind of Hopsin 5

Now this the moment that you notice that I'm dope in every kind of way

And now these record labels givin' me the time of day

They wanna’ see what I got, so while I rhyme away

I'm making sure they're doin' double takes with every line I say

That’s right boy see this shit is what I do

Oh you steppin' in my lane? I'm thinking who the fuck are you??

Then I kick ya to the side where your ass belong

You see that used to be me.. but now the past is gone

So I'm attacking the throne, cause shit I'm back, and they know

That I'm bad to the bone and now you see me packin’ a show

I rap then I go, up in the back, mackin' a ho

Their boyfriend mad.. I'm laughin’ as I'm tappin' it though

But yo, what can I say, these women love the way the track slappin'

So I don’t even need a bed to make the magic happen

I just press play and let the product do the talkin'

A couple tracks later, got that bitches booty rockin'

I'm puffin' cannabis and chillin’ back up in the attic

Stackin' up my rhymes, thinking like an rap fanatic

This shit is cinematic lookin' like a motion pic

I wrote the script for you to see the way I flow and spit

My troubled thoughts coming back in the scene

I got a pocket full of nothin' and I'm lacking the green

I'm speaking of the cash and all the prices that I had to pay

It’s like the worse I feel, the more I put it on display

I'm always going back and forth with the good and bad

I lost the grip of all the shit of which I coulda' had

Cause I've been nothing but a prick but I might as well

Why would I like you if I don't even like myself?

I'm layin' back smokin' on a cigarillo

I'm feeling down and out flickin' ashes on the pillow

I'm glaring out the window staring at the moon light

Sippin' on the 40 thinkin' how to get my mood right

I'm feeling like I'm living life in the rain

But still I fail to see the point of even fighting the pain

And fuck it… I used to want to go to heaven now I'm holding out

So Biggie' tell em' how it's going down

(When I die fuck it I wanna go to hell

Cause I'm a piece of shit, It ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense goin' to heaven with the goodie goodies

Dressed in white, I like black timbs and black hoodies)

(Yeah you got that right)

And a matter of fact, tell God that I wanna fight

Put that shit up on my life and we could do it tonight.. (Psyche)

But really I could give a fuck or much less

So what’s next on this long road to success

I never wait for shit I'm busy climbing to the top

My grindin' never stop, rhyme until I fuckin’ drop

They used to hate it and now they bump it all around the block

I got the key for me to win and now I found the lock

So check it.. I'm never dwelling on the enemy

I hear The Beatles singing when they tellin' me to 'Let It Be'

And if you doubted me I bet you're feeling dumb now

If you don't even like me then click the fuckin' thumbs down

And quit the bitchin' I'm just tryin’ to rock

These stupid haters really need to get up off my cock

For real, somebody needs to try to find another dick to feed 'em

Like where the fuck is Sandusky when you really need him

I'm a motherfuckin' skitzo

Going through the struggle but still givin’ you hits though

You think I'm whack man? You could go to hell and rot

Cause you ain't nothing but a joke, like a rent-a-cop

Now I don't mean to be a prick

But if I wanna be 'Rich' then I gotta be a 'Dick'... right?

I love life but I'm always having these sick thoughts

Coming through the mic with a flow fatter than Rick Ross

So now I'm up at dawn and workin' like an Ese

It's seven days a week and I don't ever take a rest day

You rappers sellin' out, now you gettin' less pay

Claimin' you a "G" but begin it with an F.A

Ya get it?

Cause you a fag mawfucka man

Like god damn.. why you tryin' to fuck another man?

It's my bad but shit I gotta’ be the realest

The illest, You feel this, I tell you whatever the deal is

I'm taking it all and giving it back

Look at my life, I'm livin’ it bad

Sick with the way that I murder a track

I do it the same anywhere that I'm at

Like oh yeah, you know dat, make moves like a nomad

And yo man, you so mad that I'm ballin' like a gonad

You pissed off? Well I’m just getting started, here’s the kick off

The lift off, and now these women wanna’ suck my dick off

Hah, And don’t be mad at me I'm really not a cocky dude

But this is underground, fuck your Waka Flocka tune

You walk away then I'm the best that you passed up

I'm underrated now you bitches got me gassed up

But that's the reason that I trash talk

I bring it sicker than the aftermath when two fags fuck

I'm just a loud mouth slip into a cop’s house

Pissin' on the carpet so no need to get the mops out

Just let it sink in, and if it start stinkin'

Just tell him it was me and how I never got him even (hey!)

I'm thinking negative but trying to find the positive

I'm spending all my energy and start to feel the cost of it

I'm doing what I do to be accepted by the masses

So I could bang bitches with big tits and asses

I'm tryna blow so I can grab a Jenn Keating-type

Bang her on a stack of money and tell her I'mma treat her right

So I'mma find a way of getting by this stone wall

Oh shit, I got it; let me make a quick phone call

Yo what’s up doc! hey let me get some Adderall

Maybe then I'll pump a couple songs to my catalogue

I spin the top of the bottle open and grab em' all

Flip a middle finger to the world as I cap it off

Yeah, now check it out, here’s the deal

See I'm really not cool, but fuck it, I keep it real

Cause I'm married to this life you could say I got a hot date

Go ahead and hate it tell me later how my cock taste

I’m Self Made, got it tatted on my body

And I'll never slow it down till I'm riding in a Maserati

Sippin' the fine wine and puffin' on the ladi-dadi

Then show it off, till they claimin I'm illuminati

How do I do it? I’ma rock it till the break of dawn

Do it on my own, ain't nobody that I'm waitin' on

You try to step in my way then I'mma take it on

Put you on the edge, stand above you as you hangin' on

And fuck a mic, bitch, I'm spittin' in your face

See I don’t even need a studio to put you in your place

Hah, What can I say, I'm a goddamn psycho

I got em' like "Fuck this kid… he's pretty tight though."

I'm just a potty mouth, you pussy little dick fuck

I take a drug test; start shittin' in the piss cup

You left me out your Top 5? Go and rip your list up

If you ain’t even bumpin’ me, then cut your fuckin’ wrists up

There's weed in my nose, and coke in my lungs (..What?)

I'm taking your girl and gropin' her buns (haha)

Cause fuck it I'm broke, I got no funds

But I'm -- runnin' shit - I'm an ass, no pun

I got first class dreams wit' a low class appetite

I'm lookin' for the cake and when I find it I’ma grab a bite

And now these people say I'm rappin’ tight..

I laugh in spite cause I notice that my haters gettin' mad I'm right

Attack at night, so they don’t notice if I’m black or white

I choke em' until they turning different colors like a traffic light

N I'll act polite before I smack ya dike

Cause you a bitch with a dick.. and don't they call that a hermaphrodite?

You’re probably thinkin', "yo.. fuck this little cracker-ass

Fuck 300 bars and everything that's coming after that

And Rama sucks, shit, he can't even spit.."

Well three words for you motherfucker, Suck my dick

That's why I'm sick of all this rap shit

Cause all these kids always talkin' so fly but forget to bring the passion

I'm seeing all this fake beef, What the fuck happened?

You wanna start shit? Let me hear it on some wax then

I swear to god I've fuckin' had it with these twitter thugs

Cause when I meet 'em they ain't doin' shit but givin' hugs

These stupid fucks talkin' shit behind a phone

But their Mommy tuck em’ in, sleepy tight up in their home (aww..)

I see you talk alotta shit but you bluffin', you nothin'

I smoke you like the blunts that I’m puffin'

I hit you in the face like the nuts that I’m bustin'

On cunts that I’m fuckin’, OH… was that your cousin?

Ah it wasn't? Damn, what’s the fuss then?!

I know I'm fucked up, but still I try to function

And I’ll admit I'm not the dude that you should trust in

I'm just disgusting...End of discussion

Now switch it up I'm 'Dead Wrong' for the fuck of it

They tried to hate it now these mother fuckers lovin' it

300 bars, 5 beats, and not a shit given

I'm going hard up in this bitch, you feel my dick stiffin'?

I'm the sickest young buck that you've ever seen

Never dyin' out, steady growing like an evergreen

So now they gonna see the skill that I pack

I'm feeling backed up in a wall, but I'm pushin' em back

Cause I'm the dirtbag pretty boy comin' outta Illinois

Y'all been waiting for it so I figured I would fill the void

I check the competition.. laughin' as I watch and listen

Talkin' like they buzzin' but fuck it I guess I must of missed it

Now gimme’ the mic and I'mma guarantee to kill it right

Spit a couple rhymes while I'm sippin’ on a miller light

You wanna' join me? then go and grab a cold one

Fuck it, get the weed hit me up and we could roll one

Yeah.. now this that shit we can smoke to

I'll grab an eighth and a philly then I'mma roll through

It's the young life, never doing what we told to

You wanna' party motherfucker? Get the whole crew

We at the bottom, but we fillin' it with love

So we pop a couple pills, while we smoke a little bud

Cause we livin' through the drugs, and experiment with life

We may work in nine to five, but our spirit’s in the night.. Aight..?

They try to tell me situate into a better place

This life is nothing a race, but I set the pace

I just smoke, get drunk, and I rap too

It go together great, like fast food and fat dudes

Envision my dimension listen to this intervention

Pay attention to this shit in which the way it build the tension

Cause I don't even gotta' rap like I'm ballin' out

And gimmick it with dumb ass mottos, the fuck you talkin' bout? (YOLO)

That’s why these blogs never post my songs

God damn.. got me thinkin' "where did I go wrong??"

It seems ain't nobody like me, what the fuck is up that

Tried to get a beat, but shit, Sap never hit me back

Come on man we was cool a couple months ago

But once you got your money it’s like "damn.. where the fuck you go?!"

It's all good though, just think it through

Or the next rhyme I write might be about you

Son you shook, It’s about time I made you look

You're damn right you a slave to a page in my rhyme book

Salute to Nasir Jones and Mobb Deep

I’ma legend in the makin', ain’t no fuckin' way to stop me

Now fuck the bullshit let's take it to the last round

There ain't no quitin’ I'mma bring it till I pass out

So here’s my last opportunity to get em’ hooked

I built a name and I’ma show you all the pain it took

I gotta’ tell you man I’m glad to be back

But I'mma give it to you real for the end of the track

Now check it.. we’re coming down to the finish going full speed

I proceed to dig deep and let the pulse bleed

I go to battle, reminisce on every kind I fought

They shootin’ through me as I’m gathering my final thoughts

I'm feeling stuck man, I'm feeling weary

Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me?

I got arrested last month, what the fuck yo

Don’t mean to bitch but I could use a little luck though

I swear to god I gotta make it through

I gotta kill it cause you know that’s what I came to do

N all these weak MCs? Yeah I’m schoolin' em all

But I don’t fuck around with them cause I do it for y'all

I'm the voice of the fucked up kids who never win

They're the reason that I’m always pickin’ up the pen again

So I’m going for the gold and doing what I can

Had it all mapped out now I'm living through the plan

But damn, the only reason that it look like this..

I put the past to rest, and blew a goodnight kiss

And I remember last year I was taking my time

But now I’m looking at the world dreamin’ of makin’ it mine

I never takin' a break, fuck that, I came to dominate

I swallow up an XR 20 so i can concentrate

Yeah, you know I do it for the fans

I'mma see the day the paper is stackin' up in my pants

Go and ride into the sun set, puffin' on the marijuan

Never regretting a single thing I’ll let it carry on

I got a dollar and a dream and if it all comes true

Then I'm hookin’ up my family and my team

I’ma roll into the city with a pocket full of green

Go and shop till I drop as I'm coppin’ all the preme

See, I'm on the grind and I'm lovin' the fight

Yeah life IS a bitch but I’m fuckin’ her right

That’s why I’m up in the night I’m dedicated to the game

And its money over pussy you could put it on my name

Ugh, My crazy attitude is leakin' through the microphone

I knuckle up, steady going through the fight alone

And to be honest? It's scraping up and scarring me

But never could I leave it cause I know that it's a part of me

What the fuck, I'm feeling trapped in my own skin

I zone in when the cold wind flow in

I'm rock and rollin', and yo, now you know that

I'm locked and loaded to blow any moment

So from the bottom to the fortune and fame

I’ll be ready for whatever, let it poor, let it rain

I’m in love with the game and it's time I run it

Like what's 99 problems… I just gave 'em over 300