I used to the look up to the people that I see on TV

Kanye, Lil Wayne, Jay Z

Thinking if I work real hard times 3One day they′ll come see me

To a young kid those were hiphop Kings

Kingpins in a world full of fiends

Giving us more dope for a fee

Tune in then press repeat

Young kid with the Hiphop dreams

Every night I would fight my sleep

Black for the clean white sheet

YouTube gotta new type beat

Freestyles all day with bros

Trynna pave ways to the big rap scene

Get money don't spend on clothes

Same grey sweats and a long black tee

I, put the dollar I made in new mics

Studio gear the gear for my price

Learned how to mix and master my shit

I ain′t gotta pay you if I can do it right

I, Put time in this thru the night

24/7 the stressing of my life

Almost quit cause no one would tune in

But I came right back to put it in their sight

I, wrote my first song in 5th grade

To the instrumental A Milli by Lil Wayne

Spat it to my friends at lunch tables and then

By the end of the verse the smiles on their face were

Big grins they liked what I wrote

That small verse had gave me my hope

All that I needed was someone that was believing

In the craft that I have and now I'm pointing the Scope at

Anything with a rhythm and beat

I see it and aim with mics and a studio beam

I'm eating the beat like beef I ain′t letting it breath

I′m killing the scene you see with a pen and a sheet

Ya know

It was hard when nobody believed

That I would compete and thinking I was obsolete

But now I'm this far now I ain′t finna retreat

It's like I′m blind to a foot I ain't seeing defeat

Ya know

Down talking I ain′t letting it be the venom to me

But do know I got the receipt

I'm seeing ya tweets from you and ya battling team

And eating it up cause this a motivational treat

I mean

My team is composed of me

And I'll war with the world to protect my peace

So if you think that ya salt thrown bothering me

Ya dead wrong I′m the type to eat salt like sweats

I know you see the issues in the way that I′ve been living

But things are getting bad and I been caught up in my feelings

You offer me some dollars but the money ain't the problem

If it was then I would be in the streets where the mood is chilly

Back to doing thangs

That I cannot ever say because my momma

Probably knock me out on the family visit

And everything you′ve noticed from listening to my lyrics

Would finally come together for you to glue up the pieces