Verse 1:
Im sick of livin this shit life
I gotta get up, get out, and get somethin, but as of right now, Im just tryna get right
And its hard when you know the world fit right
In tha palm of your hand but you can't reach it so you sit tight
And wait for the day when you're big enough to see it all
But thats when the evil shows up in people and puts your back up against the wall
I've seen it happen first hand, believe me
If you dont let em drag you down, they can never make you fall
Everybody got a bad side, no matter what
Even a saint can get angry if they've had enough
Im just a little hot tempered at times
So if you talkin shit to me, you better hope you can back it up
Im tryna get a little money, stack it up and save up
And blow it all on a bag of weed, now thats gangsta
See how stupid yall rappers sound sayin shit like that?
I guess they just wearin the shoes cause they fit like that

Hook:
But dont worry bout me muhfucka, Ima do for myself
I be rich as long as I got my friends, my family, and my health
I ain't gon sell out for a little bit of change, you must got me confused
Cause this right here is what tha world fiendin for, this is the drug to use

Verse 2:
It seems to me whatever I do is never enough
And everybody wanna talk but they never get rough
Theres never been anybody to take me down a notch
Which probably explains why Im always on that arrogant stuff
Any beat, you know I tear it apart
Im just waitin to get my shot, its a shot in the dark
I got a night vision scope on my sniper rifle
A white disciple of Biggie Smalls, keepin hip hop in your hearts
And I'd never play a part just to fit
And alot of rappers get torn apart when I spit
Cause they dont know how to respond to a verse that has meaning
All their shit sounds exactly like all that other shit
Sometimes I wonder what made me this real, where'd I get it?
And how the hell did I get this flow that's been called tha sickest?
Some people claimin Ima be the next big thing in rap
But its clear the industry is just for rappers who bringin swag

(Hook)

Verse 3:
Still rep the trailerpark, never touched a gucci bag
Born & raised a Razorback until tha body bag
Layin awake every night thinkin of money bags
Cuz I dont even have enough for a twenty sack
But at the moment, Im just livin in the here and now
Livin for today, cuz tomorrow may not come around
And tha corner is right there
Dreams of never overcomin fears outweigh all of my nightmares
This is what you get when you spittin
What the whole world needs but everybody be trippin
And dont nobody even seem to notice you
They dont want you to make any moves, like a photoshoot
Alot of people would probably like to see me beat
They hate cuz I won't give em directions to easy street
Thats why Im suspicious of everyone around me
Theres sharks in these waters and most of em are tryna drown me

(Hook)